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[Chorus-Some Voice] (2x) Rock and Roll gangsta (Rock and Roll gangsta) (Rock and Roll gangsta) Rock and Roll gangsta La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Rock and Roll [Verse 1-Jha Jha] Now look, I Jha Jha pimps all the big boys Big momma, whips all the big toys In the major league, doing major things Drop top, 4-6 in that gangsta lean Dipset's queen, all you bitches bow to me In the hood, they bring them red carpets out for me No really, they bring them red carpets out for me Red bannas, bandanas, you know what that 5 mean I got Killa, Capo, and er'one else co-signing me She on fire, no way in hell she out-shining me I spit fire, take you to hell on the 16th That's hot shorty, don't dare go against me They say what we doing, fiendin' go down in history This is a movement, all of our movers follow intentively I take ya seven dollars, and sell a million independently Make 'em out for this industry, gettin more than what was meant to be [Chorus] (3x) [Verse 2-Jha Jha] Letras de cancionesNow these 34D's known to make a nigga flip Hypnotized by the thighs, and the swivel in the hips Seen this beauty on the rise, I gave 'em a lil whif He aint even go inside, just gave 'em a lil whif Now he head over heels, paying all the bills Hoe stop calling, he don't tell 'em where he live Say that I'm the difference from hittin' the cheap thrill Time to stop giving, cuz this is the real deal Sike, already found the love of my life But we could chill in the heels, for another night Prada boots, and lenin, the envy of all women All shopping sprees is sponsered by men, and Now picture me, going dutch on a date Only time that I'm buying for niggas, is birthdays I got my own dough, but I'll spend yours first This Louis just for show, I aint going in that purse [Chorus] (3x) (Voice over during chorus-Un Kasa) Uhn...Uhn...Thats how you feel...Okay Jha Jha, I see you baby...Kasa Uhn...Uhn...Kasa [Verse 3-Un Kasa] You remind of a patty song, called \"Gangsta Bitch\" You my down ass gangsta chick, I got my hands on ya waist and hips Just for fun, we could take a trip to somewhere tropical Just to get on top of you, Sandra Pe or Malibu Baby I wanna marry you, prolly cop you the Cadi coupe Treat you just like your Daddy do, for your heart or your gratitude No need to get an attitude, I'm just try'na lather you Have fun and last with you Uhn, the way you walk and you smile Yo baby, I feel ya walk and ya style The way you walk through the town, can I come I aint walking around, I'm used to riding around in Porshes and Prows Can you please be my bubble and brown I will lick you up, and rub you down I will treat you right and lay you down I will take you out, and take you around, ma [Chorus] (Fade out) (Thanks to da queen for these lyrics) From Letras Mania