It Sounded Like a Roc! - KMD

There it is, there it is, boy, oh yeah

There it is, there it is, buddy, yeah

Yeah, yeah, they seem to know

The time but let’s see

It’s my thing, yo, it’s my thing, the way I swing

Not even an orangutan can hang on my ding-ding

Saved by the bell rang, I talk, yell, whisper

Mumble street slang with no doubt

You tumble if I flip don’t make me shout with my vocal lip

A hip hugger, I’ll mug ya, if fun to know

Slow and steady wins a race, I keeps a steady pace

In a chase, I’m bookin', cookin' feet don’t fail me

5−0's can’t see me, catch me to jail me

Walk the plank, ya damn dime droppers

Snitches get stitches, why, oh, why

Does my trigger finger itches?

Corrupt

I follow my nose it always knows it

Open the draw bridge close it, close it

A doo doo lyric, I snuck in 'cause I chose it

Long ding-a-ling dong, there big booties grows it

Up, up and away, we go across the border

To Mexico, suck my toe, doo doo browns my color

No water down, no cut

A jewel to a fool is like pearls to big butt

Swine, I strut on the sidewalk and don’t touch the line

Escalate never decline

I’m gonna get mine, don’t try to take mine

No my kneecaps ain’t blacker than my black behind

The bush, I touch tush

So beware of the grin of my evil eyeball glare

I’s a wise guy, yeah, a smartalec

Like it or kiss me where the sun don’t shine like metallic, ka-blaow

It sounded like a roc

It sounded like a roc

It sounded like a roc

(They thought I didn’t know)

It sounded like a roc

One double 9 tre, dumbbells I lift it

Just for the taste of it coke I won’t sniff it

Ya party pooper, you never stop my frontings

I guess he owns a dust ya, I run things

Popcorn, mama, you can sniff my sock

I’s a hard headed nigga, my head is like a roc

So so leave me B, boy, I’ll be boppin'

When I chug-a-lug alone it ain’t no stoppin', hoppin'

Skin to skin, now I must stall

Jimmy hats ain’t even made like Rubbermaid at all

If I be over stressed, over tryin' under arms

Cooking like onions, you’ll be crying

Boo-hoo-hoo but I gets the hoorays

From sunrise to sunset for days

All in the Kool-aide, don’t know the flavor

Taste buds shot, waistlines duds

I love to slama on bad ass behavior

Call me Sub, I roll underground like Chuds

Cease with the wack, I’m never ever booty over that

I got my cootie shots for the cootie for the body

The hottie, I might use Karate

Snap back, 15 minutes I’ll be off duty, ka-blam

It sounded like a roc

It sounded like a roc

It sounded like a roc

It sounded like a roc

It’s a break Zev love X and Subroc

For ninety tre crew massive deep

Constipated monkeys defecating

That old hard shit and ya don’t quit

It sounded like a what?

It sounded like a boulder

It sounded like a land yo slide up over

I need my room, to huff and puff

These bastards be soft like marshmallow fluff

Step up, wrong move, you catch a back smack

Or a blackout so be out black

Let’s play catch a bad one ya caught it

I’ll take your thumping heart and smote it

Then I grab my wood, I grab my rope

Over there ya have that same ole shit, here ya don’t

Oh no, you don’t gimme that black

Now you sing the blues while your eye’s black

Don’t need to flaunt, no need to front

I see right through, you very blunt

Add the two nonchalant, I do what I want

If I be ghost, expect me back to haunt, ka-blaw

It sounded like a roc

It sounded like a roc

It sounded like a roc

It sounded like a roc

Constipated monkeys doo-doo

Dropping shit like that