You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me You´re a high ball shooter Well I´m a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain´t no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You´re a snow queen

Welcome to the astronomical club The rocket shell is now ready to take off It's better not to know Dreams, gigantic stars Comets and meteors Enormous mushrooms Volcanic explosions All of you will be back home safely So don't hesitate, join us with no fear

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)

Hey, momma rock me Rock me momma any way you feel Rock me momma like a south bound train So rock me momma like a wagon wheel Rock me momma like the wind and the rain Heading down south to the land of the pines I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline

Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock Everybody in the whole cell block This one recorded live Right here tonight And I think you've got the fuckin' jive Cause we've got some bad beat boogie woogie For ya boys

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

I put my own rock on my hand (woo) Fanning myself, I'm stanning myself I don't need a man I love me so much I put my hands on myself If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can ('cause I can) I put my own rock on my hand If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can I

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Smack the shit outta him Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Reportin' live from the glo pad Gang in this bitch You know how we rockin , cut off stockings Kush in my pocket nigga,

Death and resurrection Make me proud like I've been anointed Make me feel like I've been anointed Only truth is allowed And my body's built to endure You, make me feel like a God Come to me I'm your rock (yeah, yeah) Make me feel like I'm a God Yeah,

Hey kids, rock and roll Nobody tells you where to go, baby Tick-tock, tick-tock Nobody tells you what to do, baby Hey, kids, where are you? Hey kids, shake a leg Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby Maybe I ride, maybe you walk Maybe I drive to get off,