Testo YB the Rock Star - Ya Boy
Testo della canzone YB the Rock Star (Ya Boy), tratta dall'album Shooter Music/ Kush 2009
Dude, I been waiting out here six fucking hours
My fucking shrooms are starting to wear off, dawg
I'm waiting for fucking YB the fucking rockstar, man
You know what I mean?
I mean, I'm fucking drunk, I'm high
I'm fucking stoned, I'm everything, where is he?
This is DJ YB
How you doing? I'm YB the rockstar
I fuck hot babes and I drive a hot car
Way before the guitar, I was a block star
How you doing? I'm YB the rockstar
(Say rock on, baby, rock on) Rock on
(Say rock on, baby, rock on) Rock on
(Say rock on, baby, rock on) Rock on
(Say rock on, baby, rock on) Rock on
Mohawks and heavy metal, I'm never settled
I be on the move, put your momma on the news (Crying)
Like Tim Taylor, stay with a tool, and
When I let it loose, give you the opposite of flying (Try him)
Put you on Death Row if you crooked-eye him
You never in the streets, see your boy put his time in
Put his life on consignment, then buy him
20 On his head and have them Desert Eagles fly in
Then I'm back in the streets like a rockstar
Coke so soft, but that soda make it rock hard
That's when I used to eat macaroni and hot dogs
Now, when I'm valet parking, I got the top off
With a hot broad that suck me 'til she lockjaw
My redbone bitch, you can call her "Hot Sauce"
Exhaust out the Bentley coupe
Blowing a whole bunch of kush out the Bentley roof
See, this the life that I dreamed about
I seen the East, Midwest, and I seen the South
While them fags was riding Jags, brought them Bimmers out
Hip-hop was getting dirty, had to clean the house
Yeah, tell them hoes, Precise in this bitch
And we fresh out the trap like some mice in this bitch
Mr. Rogers, I'm too damn nice in this bitch
So they can't see me like poltergeists in this bitch, nigga
How you doing? I'm YB the rockstar
I fuck hot babes and I drive a hot car
Way before the guitar, I was a block star
How you doing? I'm YB the rockstar
(Say rock on, baby, rock on) Rock on
(Say rock on, baby, rock on) Rock on
(Say rock on, baby, rock on) Rock on
(Say rock on, baby, rock on) Rock on
Murder niggas, I can show you where they do it at
Niggas know I keep it gutter like a sewer rat
But I still keep my rockstar image up
Diamonds in my mouth, Patrón in my cup
Kush double-0-9 in my speakers
Right next to them semiautomatic heaters
And no, this is not a diss to the doctor
I take my hat off and light a swish with the doctor
Precise go
This is not a diss to the doctor
I take my hat off and light a swish with the doctor
Precise go hard, they don't know how to stop us
All through hip-hop like the Phantom of the Opera
My Phantom got a chopper right in the trunk
Keep a look on my face like a fight from the jump
Got goons in the back, they know right when to dump
Move wrong and get hit up with a D. Brown pump
Gunplay all day, we can rock and roll
On the one-way, I put a hole through your stop-and-gos
And I do it like a rockstar
Right in broad day, give a fuck about a cop car
Don't test the kid, 'cause I am rock hard
And they are soft in the middle like Pop-Tarts
How you doing? I'm YB the rockstar
I fuck hot babes and I drive a hot car
Way before the guitar, I was a block star
How you doing? I'm YB the rockstar
(Say rock on, baby, rock on) Rock on
(Say rock on, baby, rock on) Rock on
Hey, I heard somebody just told me to go in
So guess what I'm 'bout to do? I'm 'bout to go in
Credits
Writer(s): William Joseph Crawford
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