Rock ’N’ Roll

[Chorus: Kobe] Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi You know me, high flying in the air like "Livin' on a Prayer" We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll Posted on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll [Verse 1: Raekwon] Willie Nelson nigga, we run flusty, crocodile hat Cowboy rap, hammer game trusty Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca retire in a yacht With the middle name Lex, pop my llama Movies get made in HD, let me get your eighty-three I'mma scout faces so straight meetings There's nothing you can do with my real niggas Not the ones I rest my head with, my son a real crew piranha Two wheels scooters, the new Rugers, floating through the Beverly Center I count a ten up with my shooters All these is high powered, Bob Dylan style, my niggas Post it up, yeah frontin' at Mr. Chow's, titanium hustle, switch color Most of them rich brothers are only on fucking and switch nuggets Luggage is the real shit, who kill shit niggas is nothing Blow a blunt, repeal shit [Chorus] Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi You know me, high flying in the air like "Livin' on a Prayer" We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit of this rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, everything platinum, even my baggage You want a platinum rock? Then go see Larry He got the yellow hat, yellow Maxes Air, looking like me With a yellow back, pretty long hair Suck a dick like Karrine Steffans With Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex dial stay on the check-in I got that Mickey, baby, little mama I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson Know how to push it back, you should pay homage and Shit is too potent, make you feel like vomiting Your black/white birds can give me five like Donovan Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game I got the Pink Floyd, Ozzy all day And I ain't even mention my deals yet Cuz I don't wanna have you freaked out over this real shit [Chorus] Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi You know me, high flying in the air like "Livin' on a Prayer" We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit of this rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll [Verse 3: Jim Jones] (Harlem stand up, we in the building, let the birds fly Rock star to my heart, anything else? Uncivilised, go) Rock star like the Red Hot Chili Peppers I can't front red tops got me feeling extra I drop the top so I can show the stones I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones I'm popping shit on my mobile phone I never slip cause I keep the fully loaded chrome And have my niggas even stay … That's why we pour a liquor for the Grateful Dead, we miss you Where I'm from, it's either guns or roses And fuck with me you need a bunch of roses And Lord knows I keep the Led Zeppelin A nigga put it then we dead ressing You can tell a bitch is still an e We got that white girl nigga Sheila E Diplomats we the Eagles(Killa!) we finna be greater than the Beatles [Chorus] Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi You know me, high flying in the air like "Livin' on a Prayer" We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit of this rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll