Be carefull our first draw be that overdose
Let me see you in the world making your shoulder role
I'm the earth, wind, fire, and the thunder
Who stay holding it from Brooklyn?
Before the song done y'all going all understand it
Freak daddy came here to work the mojo, oh
Yes we are rock and roll
For sure, for sure, ha
Right here to my youngest one is older folks
I'm the freaky baby daddy, I'm a bad motherfucker
'Cause we are so ghetto
Yes we are so ghetto
Publishers: EASY MO BEE MUSIC, EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., MEDINA SOUND MUSIC
Ha, I am a fighter and a lover
Like hot, the haters can't fuck with it
And motherfucking roll
Black Jack Johnson N.Y.C., R O C K I N G
And if it get good tell your nigga throw your 'bows
Alright, okay, so, shutup
You know is Mos, ha
Gimme the space
Sun and the moon, earth, stars, and planets
My ghetto nation get toe to toe
This is the sound
Let a nigga rock
Jackpot I got to go for broke
This is the sound
I said, "I am, go ask my mother"
Back up, gimme the space
This is the sound
Son and the moon, earth, stars and planets
Yes we are rock and motherfucking roll
Black Jack Johnson N.Y.C., R O C K I N G
Before song done y'all goin' all understand it
Will stay rocking steady steady 'cuz I told you so
Let a nigga rock
Put your shit in the sky like I know you, oh
Say what?
Because the high is high and the low is low
Yes we are rock and roll
Ghetto rock
This is the sound
That Black Jack about something for sure, for sure
I'ma put it down like a dirty so and so
Son and the moon, earths, stars, and planets
Yes we are so ghetto
This is the sound
Gimme the space!
You don't believe that shit believe what you want to
'Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with it, and they niggaz
Songwriters: Osten Harvey, Black Jack Johnson, Mark Richardson, Dante Smith
Sound man holla black come with it
Speak language come straight from the gutter
What it is, how you living, what's happening?
Up top is you getting up with it?
Dirty, dirty is you getting cronk with it?
Yes we are rock and roll
Ghetto rock
Observe the terms that we trade with one and other like
Ghetto rock
Smokey smoke from coast to coast
Sping the record 'til the record done spinning
Work songs that the slaves sang back then
'Cuz this the only way the Smith family know to go
Ghetto rock
Hello Children
Ghetto rock
And after y'all get it come what let it go some more
Space
Ghetto rock
Before the song done y'all going all understand it
And that goes for the sinner man to holy folks
Black Jack Johnson N.Y.C., R O C K I N G
This is the sound
The playground chants, with little girls claping
Yes we are so ghetto
What's good, what's popping, what's cracking
Let a nigga rock, ha