Dylan Ross - Rock It Up lyrics

Mane, what the dang friggin heck! Is you paid, hops? They be like "Dylan, what you doin' for your day job?" I get it snappin with that hollow action That'll leave you in a state of not ever being able to face swap Have ya lookin like the aftermath of Santeria Sad to see go, but even more I hate to see you breathing Bleed the county out With the slaughter Swine father built a concentration camp for pigs Cause I hate cops Yeah, you see me pullin out the royal conservatory of breakin' hoes All I wanna do is count Rozzy risky like a loaded muzzle loader And you can't help but avoid that you ain't sh** Staring the barrel down Fetch me musket Yeah, I gotta touch it I gotta touch em' with the hatred, in broad day, in public Who the f** want what? Who really want it? Who gotta d**h wish? Who wanna get buck with Me? Baby Baby D, oh how I love you so Ever since I heard you go Off the wham, break down the doe Straight up out the gate, with nothin but hatred for a stupid hoe k** me to stop me, but it still won't stop my k**in spree though Dylan is mean, so mean Dying to get to the green Don't care if I get rich If I can still do sadistic things No, I don't pistol play, the pistol is wishin' things And, b**h, I'm the wish master, blastin' on inferior beings It was 1987 When the crack really started to rain down Heavy, from heaven In '88 and '89 and '90, makin' a k**in Then in '91, somebody pushed a 50 rock, named Dylan Must I bust, instant rush, kappa crackhouse You ain't got no credits left, hoe, you maxed out Got the game sewed up like a transgender Final bozz Rozz bout to bring the gauze packs out Straight snapped out, with my baby mama out in Castro Then the DEA kicked down the damn doe We were watching PBS, and she was breastfeeding Then the men with guns and masks came in The baby started screaming