it up We're gonna break it up We're gonna rock Let it rock. Let it flow . . . We're gonna slip We're gonna slide We're gonna peep gonna hide Let it rock. Let it
Переклад: Привіт. Let It Rock.
mics and geti»? 'em off the walls so everybody in here can stop snorin') Let's get into trouble Lots of trouble Rock star You know how to rock hard Hello
lines, so cheesy Sorry, daddy, but I'm not that easy I'm not gonna sit here while you circle-jerk it and work it I'ma take it back to where my men and
it up, turn it up, turn it up I like the boom, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I need guitar, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I like that drum
's blessin Confession, my love no contestin I need affection [P. Diddy] Yes I need affection, let's go Mario! [Mario Winans] Girl what the hell is
the mill, c'mon now [Chorus] [P. Diddy] Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Let's work (huh yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your
in the fast lane (Woo) They be like (woo) Now who that there? ([Female voice:] Oh girl, that's Loon) [Verse 2 - Loon] Uh, check it out yo, check it out
the colors tell 'em hell to the No you pussy muthaf-ckas remember cop my 1st lamb it was Black and Yellow you know it had to match the watch so it matched
go now and it's on yeah and you don't stop Brandy is in tha house and you don't stop until tha body rock keep it on and you don't stop rock on
my hat, my hat hold up let me fix my gat hold up, hold up let me fix my gat, my gat hold up let me fix my gat hold up, hold up let me [VERSE 2:] my
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was
nigga come get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault
got it, we want it, move it and flaunt it Shake it and sway it, die just to lay it Try to suppress it till they undress it Beg 'em to use it, cry not
I hate it But I roll through your fuckin' hood and regulate it 'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke Before I let my baby boy go under
to rap, no shame And now instead of cooking some ki's I'm flippin' million dollar [Incomprehensible] call 'em wack MC's But suckers got it twisted, they missed it
night the shit hit the fan [ Shawnie Shawn ] Damn, man Keep on with it, man Come on now kick it, man You gotta kick it right, though Let me know what
