Tom Baker - Rock Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Godemis] I do mean to be too mean Shining like I do with new bling And anybody wanna bite our routine Will get cut like stella with the groove thing, back And I mean that, bro h*mo I'll cut that c*nt looking like I don't know I don't care, you can stand right there I'll still play the money shot back in slow-mo And four for the photo I got zero tolerance for the po-po They're unaware that I know How to get whenever we ducking the five o Look alive, this my show That said, I don't gotta be macho Moving the merchandise, I'm like Costco Sharp cheddar it's better when it's not yours k**er city committee we got shots for Anybody who thinking that we not dope They taking aim when I'm not close Claim they can hang, well i got rope sh** ain't the same and I got jokes Punchlines connected with my quotes I'm on a landslide and I got votes And I'm leaping off of that top rope Coming in hot like I wanna chop throats CES Cru, we the new hip hop hope One in a million will not rock boats And they wondering is it ever gonna stop nope, please With enemies like these we don't need anymore We made a path and we came through it Put a snake and a bat on the back of a fan when you rep that Strange Music [Hook: Tech N9ne] s** my soul and I'll eat your funky emotions Rock out, rock out Rock out, rock out [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] Do my own thang What they gon' say? no se Break it out my pocket when I pay for play Book a three k for booker DJ With the spirit of the Andre tell him obey I see my face in the Midi gold frame Crime in the city but the city won't say Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane I'ma do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane I'm doing great, got my syllables straight Turn a rapper yellow with the k**er cold play Feeling myself, they be feeling old age I strip away they ego, I don't need a codename Mister Viglione, really don't play Augment a intellect silicone brain Numbing up my nerve now I'm feeling no pain Loading up a gun but will it go bang And they wanna ask, is he okay Are you serious, I'm doing just fine I was living down low, you was up high From the underground now we're moving up, climb I'ma drop another album do it up fly Bust another round now it's shoot-em-up time I don't gotta gat but I gotta mouthpiece Put 'em onto the mat and I pin 'em down count three I'ma push a boundary coming for the bounty Man I wasn't wonder why could they diggy-doubt me Take a va-cay, I never been to Maui Never dream about sleep, but I'm feeling drowsy So they know a couple things and they wanna out me Zipping up a lip when they come around me Talking bad you don't wanna f** around please Godemis, U-B-I, with the k**er clown G, the king [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] One thing 'bout rock music when ya good, you get them dames White b**hes, they want the main vein Wanna get ahead of the pack to give brain Put the middle leg in they lap Good at rap? Then they begging for that Matter fact, if you got the stacks say where the orgy at Then a lot of who*es come pour the sack Ain't nobody f**ing with it, said it on Sole's sh** Keeping it popping, that's how the MO stay rich When I go lay hits, get a hoe way lit Then I'm off in her mouth and I be the Colgate b**h Uh, Everybody love a n***a ripping it Uh, Make a lot of money then I'm kicking it Uh, why ya lady bugging me to dip it in Uh, stick it in, Uh, Uh, Uh You can bet the N9na got guts Every chick been around me got f**ed And she never better come around and make it pop up Cause I'm bussin on everything and make her mop up Then smoke that, super loud and we Choke that, look at her wow it be So fat, back in her mouth and she throat that (Bozack) I got the cottonmouth She stuck in here with my jock in mouth Can't understand what she talking 'bout When she making a blood spit Sriracha out Tecca N9na got you lots of clout I gotta be real with you I got a big feeling you dropping out Cause we took her the co*king route That's the way that we rocking out b**h [Hook: Tech N9ne] s** my soul and I'll eat your funky emotions Rock out, rock out Rock out, rock out Bust my load and she eats up, that's called devotion Rock out, rock out Rock out, rock out