It Sounded Like a Roc Songtext
von KMD

There it is, there it is boy
Ahh yeah
There it is, there it is buddy
Ahh yeah, uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah yeah, they seem to know the time, but um
Let′s see
Swing it


It's my thing, yo, it′s my thing
The way I swing, not even an orangutan can hang
On my ding ding, saved by the bell rang
I talk, yell, whisper, mumble street slang
With no doubt, you tumble if I flip
Don't make me shout with my vulgar lip
A hip hugger, I'll mug ya if one below
Slow and steady wins the race, I keeps a steady pace
In the chase, I′m boogie cooking, feet don′t fail me
5-0'S can′t see me, catch me to jail me
Walk the plank, bitch ass dime droppers
Snitches get stitches, why oh why does my trigger finger itches?
Corrupt, I follow my nose, it always knows it
Open the drawbridge, close it, close it
A doo doo lyric, I snuck in 'cause I chose it
Long dingaling down there, big booties grows it
Up, up, up and away, we go across the border
To Mexico, suck my toe
Doo doo brown my color, no watered down, no cut
A jewel to a fool′s like pearls to big butt
Swine, I strut on the sidewalk and don't touch the line
Escalate, never decline
I′m gonna get mine, don't try to take mine
Though my kneecaps ain't blacker than my black behind
The bush, I touch tush, so beware
Of the grin of my evil eyeball glare
As a wise guy, yeah a smart alec
Like it? Kiss me where the sun don′t shine like metallic
Kablaaaaaaa!

It′s time to rock the mic (heh heh heh)
It's time to rock the mic
It′s time to rock the mic
It's time to rock the mic


One double nine tre, dumbbells I lift it
Just for the taste of it, coke I won′t sniff it
You party pooper, you'll never stop my fun tings
Like Jesse Owens I′ll dust ya, I run tings
Hot coal mamma, you can sniff my sock
As a hard headed nigga, my head is (like a rock)
So, so leave me be boy, I be boppin'
When I chug-a-lug alone it ain't no stoppin′
Hop in, skin to skin, now I′m a stone
Jim hats ain't even made like rubbermaid at all
If I be overstressed, over tryin′
Under arms cooking like onions, you'll be crying
Boo-hoo, but I get the hoorays
From sunrise to sunset for days
All in the kool-aid, don′t know the flavor
Taste buds shot, punchlines duds
I left the slammer on bad ass behavior
Call me sub, I roll underground like C.H.U.D.'s
Cease with the wack, I′m never ever booty over that
I got my cootie shots for the cootie for the body
The hottie, I might use karate
Snap that, 15 minutes I'll be off duty
Kablaaaaaaa!

It's time to rock the mic
It′s time to rock the mic
It′s time to rock the mic
It's time to rock the mic

There′s a break
7-Up, X, and some rap for ninety-trey
Crew massive deep
Constipated Monkeys defecating that old hard shit
And you don't quit

It sounded like a what? It sounded like a boulder
It sounded like a land, yo slide up over
I need my room to huff and puff
These bastards be soft like marshmallow fluff
Step up, wrong move, you catch a back smack
Or a black out, so be out black
Let′s play catch, a bad run you call it
I'll take your thumping heart and small it
Then I grab my wallet, I grab my rope
Over there you have that same old shit, here you don′t
Oh no you don't, give me that back
Now you sing the blues while your eye's black
No need to flaunt, no need to front
I see right through you, very blunt
Attitude nonchalant, I do what I want
If I be ghost, expect me back to haunt
Kablaaaaaaaa!

It′s time to rock the mic
It′s time to rock the mic
It's time to rock the mic
It′s time to rock the mic

El Muerto Cucaracha
Constipated Monkeys doo doo, dropping shit like that