Rock Out - CES Cru, Tech N9ne

Look it

I do mean to be too mean

Shining like I do with new bling

And anybody wanna bite our routine

Will get cut like stella with the groove thing, back

And I mean that, bro homo

I’ll cut that cunt looking like I don’t know

I don’t care, you can stand right there

I’ll still play the money shot back in slow-mo

And four for the photo

I got zero tolerance for the po-po

They’re unaware that I know

How to get whenever we ducking the five o

Look alive, this my show

That said, I don’t gotta be macho

Moving the merchandise, I’m like Costco

Chop cheddar it’s redder when it’s not yours

Killer city committee we got shots for

Anybody who thinking that we not dope

They taking aim when I’m not close

Claim they can hang, we’re like gyro

Shit ain’t the same and I got jokes

Punchlines connected with my quotes

I’m on a landslide and I got votes

And I’m leaping off of that top rope

Coming in hot like I wanna chop throats

CES Cru, we the new hip hop hope

One in a million will not rock boats

And they wondering is it ever gonna stop nope, please

With enemies like these we don’t need anymore

We made a path and we came through it

Put a snake and a bat on the back of a fan when you rep that Strange Music

Suck my soul and I’ll eat your funky emotions

Rock out, rock out

Rock out, rock out

Do my own thang

What they gon' say?

no say

Break it out my pocket when I pay for play

Book a three k for booker DJ

With the spirit of the Andre tell him obey

I see my face in the Midi gold frame

Crime in the city but the city won’t say

Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane

I’m a do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane

I’m doing great, got my syllables straight

Turn a rapper yellow with the killer cold play

Feeling myself, they be feeling old age

I strip away they ego, I don’t need a codename

Mister billion a, really don’t play

Augment a intellect silicone brain

Numbing up my nerve now I’m feeling no pain

Loading up a gun but will it go bang

And they wanna ask, is he okay

Are you serious, I’m doing just fine

I was living down low, you was up high

From the underground now we’re moving up, climb

I’m a drop another album do it up fly

Bust another round now it’s shoot-em-up time

I don’t gotta gap but I gotta mouthpiece

Put 'em onto the mat and I pin 'em down count three

I’m a push a boundary coming for the bounty

Man I wasn’t wonder why could they diggy-doubt me

Take a va-cay, I never been to Maui

Never dream about sleep, but I’m feeling drowsy

So they know a couple things and they wanna out me

Zipping up a lip when they come around me

Talking bad you don’t wanna fuck around please

Godemis, U-B-I, with the killer clown G, the king

One thing 'bout rock music when ya good, you get them dames

White bitches, they want the main vein

Wanna get ahead of the pack to give brain

Put the middle leg in they lap

Get it wrapped then they begging for that

Matter fact, if you got the stacks say where the orgy at

Then a lot of whores come for the sack

Ain’t nobody fucking with the sinner, no solely shit

Keeping it popping, that’s how the most stay rich

When I go lay hits, get a hoe way lit

Then I’m off in her mouth and I be the Colgate bitch

Uh, Everybody love a nigga ripping it

Uh, Make a lot of money then I’m kicking it

Uh, why ya lady begging me to dip it in

Uh, stick it in, Uh, Uh, Uh

You can bet the N9na got guts

Every chick been around me got fucked

And she never better come around and make it pop up

Cause I’m bussin on everything and make her mop up

Then smoke that, super loud and we

Choke that, looking around will be

So fat, back in her mouth and she throat that (Bo-sack)

I got the cottonmouth

She stuck in here with my jocking mouth

Can’t understand what she talking 'bout

When she making a blood spit Sriracha out

Tecca N9na got you lots of clout

I gotta be real with you

I got a big feeling you dropping out

Cause we took her the cocking route

That’s the way that we rocking out

Bitch

Suck my soul and I’ll eat your funky emotions

Rock out, rock out

Rock out, rock out

Bust my load and she eats up, that’s called devotion

Rock out, rock out

Rock out, rock out