But never truly lied at all, then and now True to truth somehow Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang It's time to fuck up the whole game! Gang, gang, gang They talkin' down on my name, don't let 'em run off

Let there be rock In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the smoltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news

Let's turn up the radio Turn off those stupid singing shows Back to the shack Take me back, back to the shack Back to the strat with the lightning strap Kick in the door, more hardcore Rockin out like it's '94 I know where we need to go Sorry guys I

Go down easy and let me take my time. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. Rock me slow till I lose my mind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. Roll it over. You don't know how much it means to be here in your arms.

X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll Then we let it pop, go, let it go! It’s what you hearin' (listen!) Yeah (uh), yeah, yeah (uh) (Grrrr) Yeah, don't get it twisted This rap shit is mine, motherfucker! It's

Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

It's Friday night let's lose our minds in a downward spiral 'Cause we got no control (No control) It's Friday nights always save my life from the worst of times we ever had Thank God for punk rock bands Till Monday morning strikes again We are the kings

All day, all night All night, all day Ready fi get di cook up hype an Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A Let's ride, all night

It's been a long time, been a long time Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time It's been a long time since I rock and rolled It's been a long time since I did the Stroll Oh let me get it back let me get it back Let me get it back baby

I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my