Rock (Heltah Skeltah) - King Kong lyrics

P! Yeah P! [Sean Price] Yo... Aiyyo, millionaire monkeys microphone mix masters Make money from music, the fo'-fifth faster Slap a, b**h boy knock his tooth out his grill Sean Price be the truth in the 'Ville, listen If ya, knock on my door I'm co*kin the four Free to escape from the law like Assata Shakur For a dime of crack you can put your co*k in a who*e Kinda works when you rockin' on tour, listen Groupie girls wanna lick on your dick Groupie guys wanna get in the flick, I'm like - fu*k YOU~! Give me some chips, overall they like "Sean's so ill" Who you think you is, Ron O'Neal? (YEAH!) Allahu akbar pah scar pa on the grill Fake f**'s face cut when they f** with the real Mighty Flow Young, so dumb, guns is drawn Calamity, all your family, your son is mourned, one (I punch you in your face n***a~!) (Who the f** you talkin to, who? I smack the f** outta you) [Hook: Rock] Crush k** and destroy them with savagery, catastrophe Dump steel, let it roar and we smashin through your ave and fleet Run you still can't avoid it, the spazzery, the agony Battle you b**h ba*tards, we king kong your whole faculty! [Sean Price] Aiyyo, Sean Price, Boot Camp best Gimme the #2 pencil, watch me take the test Shake your set, break your neck, competitors flee Who the f** rhyme better than me? Nobody-body Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myer your moms You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine Pull out the thing, flame on like 'clobberin' time!' Fan-tastic flow, connect the concepts Broke n***as with new kicks, that's my projects My man like "Ruck, you ain't reachin the kids" I stuck my hand out and three-pieced his wig I'm, doin my thing, you new to the game Don't hate, "Celebrate" pa, Kool and the Gang I don't have a big crew, just Dru and Starang And a couple of loose screw dudes boostin' your chain P! (f** you don't know! I smack the sh** out of you) (Brownsville n***a, what the f** wrong with you man?) [Hook]