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Evidence

"Rock N Roll"

[Intro/Hook: Kobe]
Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi
You know me, I'm flying in the air like living on a bird
We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
Posted on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Willie Nelson n*gga, we run flusty, crocodile hat
Cowboy rap, hammer game trusty
Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca retire in a yacht
With the middle name Lex, pop my llama
Movies get made in HD, let me get your eighty-three
I'mma scout faces so straight meetings
There's nothing you can do with my real n*ggas
Not the ones I rest my head with, my son a real crew piranha
Two wheels scooters, the new Rugers, floating through the Beverly Center
I count a ten up with my shooters
All these is high powered, Bob Dylan style, my n*ggas
Post it up, yeah frontin' at Mr. Chow's, titanium hustle, switch color
Most of them rich brothers are only on f*cking and switch nuggets
Luggage is the real sh*t, who kill sh*t n*ggas is nothing
Blow a blunt, repeal sh*t

[Hook]
Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi
You know me, I'm flying in the air like living on a bird
We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll
Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger
Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit of this rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, everything platinum, even my baggage
You want a platinum rock? Then go see Larry
He got the yellow hat, yellow Maxes Air, looking like me
With a yellow back, pretty long hair
Suck a di*k like Karrine Steffans
With Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex dial stay on the check-in
I got that Mickey, baby, little mama
I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady
Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson
Know how to push it back, you should pay homage and
sh*t is too potent, make you feel like vomiting
Your black/white birds can give me five like Donovan
Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game
I got the Pink Floyd eyes on all day
And I ain't even mention my deals yet
Cuz I don't wanna have you freaked out over this real sh*t

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
All stand up, we in the building, let the birds fly
Rock star to my heart, anything else? Uncivilised, go
Rock star like the Red Hot Chili Peppers
I can't front red tops got me feeling extra
I drop the top so I can show the stones
I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones
I'm popping sh*t on my mobile phone
I never slip cause I keep the fully loaded chrome
And have my n*ggas even stay …
That's why we pour a liquor for the Grateful Dead, we miss you
Where I'm from, it's either guns or roses
And f*ck with me you need a bunch of roses
And Lord knows is keep the led zeppelin
A n*gga put it then we dead ressing
You can tell a b*tch is still an e
We got that white girl n*gga Sheila E
Diplomats we the eagle(Killa!) we finna be greater than the Beatles

[Hook]

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