Ghostface k**ah - Rock N Roll lyrics

[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***a, 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***as 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***as Post it up, yeah frontin' at Mr. Chow's, titanium hustle, switch color Most of them rich brothers are only on f**ing and switch nuggets Luggage is the real sh**, who k** sh** n***as is nothing Blow a blunt, repeal sh** [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 k**ah] 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 s** a dick 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** 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** [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** on my mobile phone I never slip cause I keep the fully loaded chrome And have my n***as 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** with me you need a bunch of roses And Lord knows is keep the led zeppelin A n***a put it then we dead ressing You can tell a b**h is still an e We got that white girl n***a Sheila E Diplomats we the eagle(k**a!) we finna be greater than the Beatles [Hook]