DomKing - Chris Rock Lyrics

This ain't rock shit nigga this is toxic
Hostage in the back with tape on her mouth
And blood on her blouse
Nah but fuck that sneak up on ya ass like phone taps
Peace's to niggas that know that
I'm straight to the hole Tiger Woods '02 with the flow
I'm 10 times hotter than the mic that I hold
Dropping new shit some call it brilliant
But it's natural to me Kat Williams
Let me eat this mic I bet you feel it
Sometimes often I glow feelin' like you off of the coke
This is the end for you and all of your friends
When me and my folk approach
Mosh pits broken bottles
And all the sexy girls follow
Your bitch is loving my voice I can't help it
Even though I stay with the green I'm no Celtic
Why you bein' stingy with money?
That's so selfish
You wouldn't even throw a piece of bread to a skeleton
Chris Rock skinny chapped lips like Poky
Silly ass rappers do it all for the 'Nookie
Soft ass dude no wonder why you spit it loosely
Only you and God know who hit by the Uzi you aim
You Baking Soda fake this is real cocaine
I maintain 'cause of passion and pain
Lookin' in the mirror I can try but will I change?

Will I change?

Naaaah

I bet I bet I make shit pop!
Pure cocaine nigga Chris Rock

I bet I make shit pop!
Pure cocaine nigga Chris Rock

I'm pissed off from hearing Mama cry
At night time by myself man I wonder why?
Watch my lifestyle mothafucka pipe down
Or catch a nightmare
Hooligans is right here with me
And we was raised and hanged in the T
How I feel? You are nothin' to me
I rock like a Rockstar constantly rock hard
Ask my chick I beat her down with the dick
I'm sick and ain't no cure for this
Then I roll out like I'm Ludacris
This is hip-hop ain't no rules for this just make hits
Other niggas mad can't touch me
LL Cool D bitches wanna fuck me
Chasing me down asking me questions that's annoying
Y'all bitches spoiled and to a G y'all poison
Between you and money you guess what my choice is
Lyrically I take ya head like a Kennedy
If you offended fuck you to me you the enemy
I only got two niggas that's a friend of me
My circle small spray paint 'forever living on the wall
You ain't hard you just an imposter
Que Pasa I eat them up no lobster
If you nod ya head then I got cha
I don't play games foreplay I just fuck it
Send them home on crutches no luggage
Dropping the guitar and the mic mothafucka