Griff - Rock & Roll lyrics

|Intro: Treach (Method Man)| And y'all thought it was over (Nah nah it ain't over 'til the fat b**h sings my n***a) We ready to Rock & Roll God damn it? (f** Yeah) Dirty Jers'/New Jerusaluem (Shaolin) Naughty by Nature motherf**ers (Wu-Tang my n***as) Grab your hat b**h (C'mon!) |Hook: Method Man| Dum-dum-dum there they go (x4) |Treach| Gettin the realism, statin' the great prism Journalism, the Moses writin', graffitti on the state prison Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit Hate related, he's the closest that I lost since Pac (2Pac) Got the Glock blown, ready to Rock & Roll Give me a shot that go up the most Cop the blow, nock us no Finger f** the fair place, that's in the stairway Gut a motherf**er, gotta die to get airplay If I can't spray the airwaves, like a great AK You stay where you lay babe, "f** you" is what I dare say Hatin' n***as cuz it ain't pa**ion for rappin' or axin' So sell extortion and jackin', what's happenin'? What's that? The clappin', they'rekidnappin' Sergeants and Captains I'll be mackin' and actin' like a n***a scratchin' for super pa**ion (Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! C'mon!) |Chorus: Treach (Method Man)| Rotten and dazed cuz I may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye) World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel Like I told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll} Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll} Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll} |Method Man| M.C.'s have the right to remain silent Everything you say can and will be held against y'all punk muh'f**ers And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya bustas Son suffer, the consequences, for askin' Competition get an a** kickin' so tremendous I throw my draws in it Who representin' for The Projects tennants since Day One? sh** is gettin' deep out here, run your garments son Like n***as when the police department come Yes y'all, Mef y'all, stank a** an' all I'm too off the hook it don't make no sense to call 1-900-Eat-sh**, I get get my cobra co*k Might d**h blow, close your eye Chorus |Redman| Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load I blow the block some mo' Undercover like sellin' cops some blow Bring a pain k**er, my name ring a bell Orangutang, I throw it up like gang members Crunk as f**, walkin' in with the pump tucked Punks get it n***a, we even jump s*uts How 'bout a dump truck sellin' 2 for 5 I ride with tools I made out of school supplies I show you it's not serious for y'all Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble) You n***as know when you pissed 'em off I turn gorilla with football equipment on Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, I'm 'bout to tap ya foul Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out Hang up, phone calls ain't gon' happen now An' I'm straight facin', you n***as can't ask around Chorus x2