I wanna do is rock with you Love is me, love is you All I wanna do is rock with you Shout it out an' tell your friends too Love is me, love is you This
Oversættelse: Inner Circle. Rock With You.
But they just hurdles I'm marathoning to the money and you just running off in a circle Man, I'm huddled up with my team, in other words my inner circle
with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks
used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the 'burbs licking rock and dressing hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talking about popping glocks, serving rocks
ya better rearrange ya thinkin Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin linkin up with
'm in the 100's you can always smell the scent of purple These niggaz always gettin' money in they inner circle Fuck with 'em they fin' to hurt you,
, get ya walk right Or the chalk might outline ya one day You oughta try steppin' outside you one day You circle 'round yourself Like you the answer To the question of your inner
he built. Grew up with a Jughead crown tilt and tardy slip. Be all you can be just never soothed us. You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with
could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with
you get zapped with dead eyes The five factions gigantic the fuck up and get touched The group hugs you received from your support group Can't protect you
rhymes you're designin' Your play doggin' tactics, can't fuck with my facets Just because you talk all that glock shit Don't mean you can rock shit Your
rock with us Real hip hop's not hard to spot like shoplifters (I see you) I flip that rhythmic, technique no gimmick But when you see Loot Pack rock,
you and me Does it really matter what you believe Does it really matter if you belong Does it really matter what you believe Does it really matter if
time that I feel alright is with you (solo) Stuck in the middle in the dead of night You can hear the inner city rage Caught in a circle with no end
bad boys comin' fo' you [Inner Circle] Put yo' hand up on yo' head Jump up and spread Before I make a move and soon buck you down dead [Repeat 1] [Inner Circle