Teksty piosenek / C / Canibus / Rip rock

Canibus - Rip rock

Tekst piosenki:

  C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon, c'mon!
  Rock! {*echoes*}
  Rock! Rock! Rock!
  Verse One: Canibus
  Jump up and down if you love the sound
  We Rip and Rock until we tear shit down
  Rip Rock stands for Hip-Hop mixed with Rock'n'Roll
  I'm hardcore to my inner soul
  Hold on as I swerve outta control
  Directly into the unknowns of a black hole
  All my real niggaz, with fucked up neurotransmitters
  wavin glocks and swastikas
  I'ma take twenty shots of this hard liquor
  and swigga, til I'm drunk as the Pississippi River
  Even though I know the shit is fuckin up my liver
  Tomorrow when I wake up, I won't even remember {"Rock!"}
  how I got home - or where I got this tattoo of a mic on my arm from
  Or when I fucked them bitches last night, I shoulda used a condom
  (I guess not) Now that's what I call Rip Rock!
  Chorus One: Canibus
  Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock
  Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock
  Rip, Rock, Rip (c'mon) Rock
  Rip (c'mon) .. Rock! (yeah)
  {repeat Chorus One}
  Chorus Two: Canibus (repeat 2X)
  You want Rock'n'Roll? (We got it)
  You want Hip-Hop? (We got it)
  You wanna wreck shop? (We got it)
  We got it got it
  We got it got it got it
  {*guitar interlude - like a heavy metal snake charmer's song*}
  C'mon! {*echoes*}
  Rock! Rock! Rock!
  Verse Two: Canibus
  Yo, I want you to sucker-punch whoever you standin next to
  if you ready to rock with a ReFugee rebel
  A Navy Seal underwater in a submarine vessel
  Shittin on niggaz above sea level
  I'm tired of you MC's talkin bout loot (LOOT!)
  I'm tired of you corny drug-induced rap groups (GROUPS!)
  I'm tired of the lies, the cries, the screams
  Tired of gettin my name misspelled in magazines {"Rock!"}
  I'm tired of you two-faced disc jockeys
  Non-believers, suckin on my arch enemy's penis
  You know who you are, I'm talkin to you
  You need to recognize I'm tryin to introduce somethin new
  Somethin I would sacrifice my life or die for
  Somethin if I was already dead I would rise for
  Somethin that would make a fool a hundred times wiser
  Somethin that will help all mankind to prosper
  I die with laughter, lookin at you wack MC's
  with your craft unmastered, bastards
  Hip-Hop in it's rarest form, crossbreeded
  with Rock'N'Roll, now Rip Rock is born, motherfuckers!
  Chorus One
  Chorus Two
  C'mon! {*echoes*}
  C'mon c'mon c'mon! {*echoes*} (Yeah!)
  C'mon! {*echoes*}
  C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon! {*echoes*} (Yeah!)
  C'mon! Rip Rooooooooooooooooooock!

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki