K.M.D. - Sounded Like A Roc lyrics

There it is, there it is, boy, oh yeah There it is, there it is, buddy, yeah Yeah, yeah, they seem to know The time but let's see It's my thing, yo, it's my thing, the way I swing Not even an orangutan can hang on my ding-ding Saved by the bell rang, I talk, yell, whisper Mumble street slang with no doubt You tumble if I flip don't make me shout with my vocal lip A hip hugger, I'll mug ya, if fun to know Slow and steady wins a race, I keeps a steady pace In a chase, I'm bookin', cookin' feet don't fail me 5-0's can't see me, catch me to jail me Walk the plank, ya damn dime droppers Snitches get stitches, why, oh, why Does my trigger finger itches? Corrupt I follow my nose it always knows it Open the draw bridge close it, close it A doo doo lyric, I snuck in 'cause I chose it Long ding-a-ling dong, there big booties grows it Up, up and away, we go across the border To Mexico, s** my toe, doo doo browns my color No water down, no cut A j**el to a fool is like pearls to big bu*t Swine, I strut on the sidewalk and don't touch the line Escalate never decline I'm gonna get mine, don't try to take mine No my kneecaps ain't blacker than my black behind The bush, I touch tush So beware of the grin of my evil eyeball glare I's a wise guy, yeah, a smartalec Like it or kiss me where the sun don't shine like metallic, ka-blaow It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc (They thought I didn't know) It sounded like a roc One double 9 tre, dumbbells I lift it Just for the taste of it coke I won't sniff it Ya party pooper, you never stop my frontings I guess he owns a dust ya, I run things Popcorn, mama, you can sniff my sock I's a hard headed n***a, my head is like a roc So so leave me B, boy, I'll be boppin' When I chug-a-lug alone it ain't no stoppin', hoppin' Skin to skin, now I must stall Jimmy hats ain't even made like Rubbermaid at all If I be over stressed, over tryin' under arms Cooking like onions, you'll be crying Boo-hoo-hoo but I gets the hoorays From sunrise to sunset for days All in the Kool-aide, don't know the flavor Taste buds shot, waistlines duds I love to slama on bad a** behavior Call me Sub, I roll underground like Chuds Cease with the wack, I'm never ever booty over that I got my cootie shots for the cootie for the body The hottie, I might use Karate Snap back, 15 minutes I'll be off duty, ka-blam It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc It's a break Zev love X and Subroc For ninety tre crew ma**ive deep Constipated monkeys defecating That old hard sh** and ya don't quit It sounded like a what? It sounded like a boulder It sounded like a land yo slide up over I need my room, to huff and puff These ba*tards be soft like marshmallow fluff Step up, wrong move, you catch a back smack Or a blackout so be out black Let's play catch a bad one ya caught it I'll take your thumping heart and smote it Then I grab my wood, I grab my rope Over there ya have that same ole sh**, here ya don't Oh no, you don't gimme that black Now you sing the blues while your eye's black Don't need to flaunt, no need to front I see right through, you very blunt Add the two nonchalant, I do what I want If I be ghost, expect me back to haunt, ka-blaw It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc It sounded like a roc [Foreign content] Constipated monkeys doo-doo Dropping sh** like that