Tekster:
Rob Rock Standing

masses Asleep at the wheel unaware of the madness Concealing the daggers edge behind a veil of deception We are standing on the edge of a new world We are standing

Grand Larceny Grand Larceny Just give me a beat, give me a stage to stand on I know that none y'all ever planned on A dude from L.A. who could rock

wits The streets have come back, real fast on that ass feel me 'Cause I don't wanna be broke no more Standing in front of the liquor store, with rocks

'er body scream'n slow down but where the hell is slow of course We be them up-close, live, and in person Might look like the type that be rob'n them

my son and he aint even born yet Warm tech sittin on my L A P in the L A C riding round with a whole pound of that LA weed And im standing sharp please

year There's girls that's rubbing butts around the room Fellas feeling good 'cause the gates is boom Zoom to the doom of a sugarplum toon Me, Busta, and Brown is gonna rock

the speaker, throw the mic stand and brand the dance floor Talking you, what y'all want to do just don't let We're doing it the way you want to do Rocking

gettin nice Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise We were in the hallway all day Me, Steve, and Little Ray Probably at first they tried to rob

on your chin then you got the D.I.Y.M. So can I get a shout Peace to Chubb Rock, TrakMasters, the Gigalos and I'm out Yabadabadoo Verse Two: Chubb Rock