Rock n' roll. Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n' roll. Singin' with you. (Rock n' roll!) Singin' with you (Uh!) Oh my gosh! Rude boy bass, mash up the place You can eat shit and fuckin' And fuck you.

Guwop how much you pay for that Patek Phillipe? (hundred thousand) Pretty please get them broke niggas way from me (hundred thousand) I don't want no bitch to fuck with me for free (what's a thousand?) You know a rich nigga can't fuck no ho for free

Blow that dope, dope 'Cause you spend too much time with your friends, fuck y'all doing? Hey Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it Damn shawty, you know love ain't the same way I do it I'm the only drug you need to get you through it I

Maybe, here it comes, oh, oh, oh Oh, babe, lay down and get what you came for I bet you ain't never feel one Oh, babe, say how you want me to take over You're fuckin' with a real one Baby, here it comes, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll take care of

Hold up, let me get my mind right Let me get my mind right You know everything is alright You know everything is all Just ride with a mothafucka Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas With a

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

(Nigga you fuckin' with a changed man) (You fuckin' with a changed man) I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up You go and drink the

Sometimes life gets fucked up (fucked up) I can still feel your touch I still do those same drugs So I'm gettin' high all week without you Runnin' away from you takes time and pain And I don't even want to Popping pills, thinking about you I wish I

Welcome to D12 World! Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick, When D12 rock this summer it's over with. All these bitches and all these hoes, What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!). Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny

Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl, I'm sorry you not the one for me Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you We don't like gold