Tech N9ne - Rock N Roll n***a lyrics

[Intro] Gimme sone guitar K Lloyd Yeah, i like that Keep it going man Rock n roll baby Yeah we going get real drunk in this one So, if you dont want to get knocked over Get the hell outta my spit baby Cause we bout' to go Okay [Verse 1] I like big booty b**hes rappin and Lynyrd Skynyrd Cases of beer cold as a Kansas City winter Drink to get drunk then find a chick and put dick off in her Then make her take me shopping for kicks at Harold Pener My family gave me rock, my family gave me rap The streets gave me guap, the streets gave me straps Black b**hes f** me, white b**hes love me Trust me I do em both at the same time rough as rugby Do em both to Bon Jovi, and then to Public Enemy Energy in me definitively I'm on Hennessy and then I'm on Jimmy B I used to have red spikes at raves, and then turn around havin blue and red fights with k's Your parents got a cold shiver cuz a pot of gold hit a Fatha gorilla that's a dolla go getta And he's an awesome flow spitta Your daughter goes wit a guy who loathes millers Why? [Chorus] Cuz I'm a rock and roll n***a They don't understand me God naturally tanned me You don't like it I can be a n***a Rockin 600 diamonds, black and white b**hes cryin when they eyes hit this rock n roll n***a And i ain't changin, got my slipknot bangin and I Swear to God I aint never ever giving up Fried chicken wings and Coors Light n***a what? [Verse 2] High school hung with a white bruha Came home then I went straight to Jumu'ah Then after that I put back on my red puma Then bark at a chick the same height and color as Uhma And we get the lead out to Zeplin we blow the bed out Got a call from one of the homies in trouble so yo we sped out Got to the hood and found a rivalry took his head out We had to show them evil motherf**ers what that red bout Until we find the k**ers you know we will search For those who k** first we gon let the steel squirt And this mentality's valid because we real hurt To ease the pain I listen to Getty, Alex and Neil Pert Growin up it was a chore, cuz I gravitated towards stuff the homies ignored Like trippin off bad brains when on my skateboard Even more, I named my gangsta rap label after The Doors! [Chorus] [Verse 3] My momma made me, raised me Played me 80's made me crazy My father played me crazy made me aid me vaugly praised me But im a real with a lotta will Remembered i would k** for a dolla bill But that all changed with strange man I gotta deal. Like every scholar in the game, got alotta mil Still a riot maker f**in bring the house down Who that gang bangin rocker wit the loud sound That's Tecca Nina wit the sh** that make them broads hound Telekinesis wit my speeches get them drawers down And that goes for the grand dragon daughters too And the Neo-Soul conscious chicks they wanna swallow who? The show gritter and yo little low wigger ' Better not be caught wit no sitta [Chorus]