Pimp C ft. Scarface, Willie D, Bun B - Rock 4 Rock Lyrics

Uh! Uh! Check one two, one two
One two bitch! (bitch)
It's goin down (goin down) know what I'm
Talkin 'bout!? (talkin' bout!?)
Sweet Jones! (Jones) It's goin down! Hold up

They wanna talk like us, wanna walk like us
(us)
Pussy ass niggas wanna bark like us (us)
Suckin hoes' pussy that I used to fuck with
In ya mind, you a bitch
You really wanna suck my dick (you a bitch)
I'm puttin fresh coke on the corner (uh)
Got the ghetto set hot as a sauna (uh)
I10, I'mma win if I make it back (uh)
Gotta take shit slow, through that Anahuac
(Anahuac)
The laws colder than an icicle (icicle)
Uh! And mine sour as a diced pickle
Uh! My Pyrex game is legit
Microwave, I'm the shit
Rippin business from 36 (36)
You wanna know how I did that?
Get my blow from Mexico
That's where the scammer at (scammer at)
I'm talkin 'bout that flaky, flaky
Cause you ain't gon' win the life
Hittin strippers like the dykes get
More bounce to the ounce
Cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces
I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack
Bitches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga
Some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce
Cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces
I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack
Bitches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga
Some I go rock for rock (rock for rock)

I started small time dope game
You know the tale tennis balls
Flipped to 7 ounces on the steel
Open pot full of yellow bag
Of razors and resumes
Nigga standing at the door
With AK's and Desert's
Stash spot for the glass
I was pushin the tinted
Low hats, college shirts on, lookin to get it
Hit a small town
Get a room close to the block
Hit the scene and shoot that bitch
Up and wait for the cops
When it cool, put my work out
Issue the passion
Shoot that motherfucker up again
When niggas get back
These motherfuckers got a death wish
Fuckin' with 'Ak playin' games like it ain't
No consequences of that
Yeah I said it and I meant it
I got brave for a rep playin' cool
Put my bait out and just wait for the cat
Bloodline, purified
I'm so gangsterous with it
Can't a motherfucker out here breathe
And tell you no different, bitches
More bounce to the ounce
Cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces
I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack
Bitches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga
Some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce
Cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces
I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack
Bitches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga
Some I go rock for rock (rock for rock)

Here it is, motherfucker
Let the champagne hold
K-si-si pimpin, Willie D in the do'
It's a free world, gon' hustle
Get yo' scrill you can do what you wanna do
Just not 'round here
Cause this is, my hood, my block, my street
You wanna sell a cool cup?
You gotta go through me
If the po' po's jam you up, I ain'st to talk
I'm the cat with the H Town, gangster walk
Baby want me cause she saw
Me in that Chinchilla coat
I'mma fuck her in the mouth
Let the nut in her throat
Before buddy get out of line
I'mma get him fo' sho'
But it's gon' be about my respect
Not over no ho let my work come up missin
You gon' kick it with dead men
Cause bitch I'mma beat yo' head in
I been paid, been makin fast bucks
Nigga you work with Whitney
Shut yo' broke ass up!
More bounce to the ounce
Cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces
I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack
Bitches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga
Some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce
Cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces
I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack
Bitches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga
Some I go rock for rock (rock for rock)

I'm in the project
Parkin on the Westside of town (town)
In the kitchen tryna cook myself
Up a couple of pounds (pounds)
With a 4 gallon pot, a beaker kit and B-12
(twelve) try to whip me up a
5 piece my muthafuckin self! (self)
The focus's on how to win, doors cracked open
Niggas peekin through the blinds
(for what?) incase somebody scoping
Rag tied around my face
(why?) the fumes real strong
And I'mma be over the stove
Cause it's all night long
OG rock bone done been out on the scene
(scene) a cocaine cowboy just like Will-Lean
(Will-Lean)
My reputation is stronger than rat piss
Legendary for the lyrics and
My muthafuckin wrist (huh)
The brokedown seven, brought back fifteen
That was still so strong
(and what?) it killed ten fiends
That's a mean whip game
(game) , if ever there was
But it ain't nothin cause a trill nigga
Do what it does with more bounce

More bounce to the ounce
Cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces
I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack
Bitches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga
Some I go rock for rock
More bounce to the ounce
Cause the porm is shit
I done got me 50 ounces
I done permed this bitch
Tightened up, no slack
Bitches checkin my stock
Got some birds that set a nigga
Some I go rock for rock (rock for rock)