Rock N Roll (Remix)

[Intro: DJ Khaled] It’s the remix! Ayo Raekwon, we in the jungle with this rock ‘n’ roll shit I’ma serve the streets with that West Coast Game I’ma serve the streets with that Pharrell Shit, I’ma serve the streets with that Busta Rhymes DJ Khaled [Chorus: Kobe Honeycutt] Hey, lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi, you know me How he flying in the air like we ‘Living on a Prayer’, ow We 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: The Game] Ayo Chef, let me get my Charles Louboutin on, yeah Smoking on this Jimi Hendrix, feeling like a rock star I’m on the block, dawg, leaning on a cop car Clip the ashes, daydreams of getting knocked off Most of them niggas be clicking they Tar Heels, Montross I’m in the Le Montrose, feeling like a mob boss But I don’t eat spaghetti, nigga, fried wings and hot sauce Come through the door, get crossed over like Hot Sauce Warn from the floor, be on the floor with a locked jaw Told y’all before, man down when them shots off Why you think I’m leaning on the car? I pay the cops off Coming at me is like saying toilet paper not soft Put a hole in one of you rap niggas, not golf Tell you like ya mama, “I’ll knock your fuckin’ block off” Rock‘em Sock‘em Robots, you a Waka Flocka knockoff Say he play the block but can’t get a fuckin’ rock off Me and Chef, a.k.a. niggas you can’t knock off [Verse 2: Pharrell Williams] Wanna talk about getting on when I’m already on And talking ‘bout cars that are foreign, that makes me yawn 37 years since the first day I was born The first 17 no jew-els I don The other 20, outlined myself like Tron So with life is the only thing I’ll be getting on The Obama on the arm While y’all niggas out of time like the hour arm’s gone How’d this mayne get this bling? Your bitch like, “How’d this thing get that aim?” Maybe it’s the private planes or tightest chains or That’s just the game and I’m not playing, nigga I shake your hands, nigga, we not y’all You get beef, niggas’ll heat that up, and eat that up Pssh, see, that’s us ‘Cause lyrically, nigga, I’m three gats tucked Nigga, what [Chorus: Kobe Honeycutt] Hey, lil mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger? Yeah, I bet it will blast ya Now take a hit of this Rock ‘n’ Roll, Rock ‘n’ Roll, Rock ‘n’ Roll It’s some powerful shit [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, fuck a carpet, I’ma roll you out a new rug (Yeah) Baby, let me introduce you to the new drug (Yeah) Hallucinate a new visual in a new dream (That’s right) Then sting your nostril a little like methamphetamine (Shit) The shit I spit at you on your flesh ‘til you properly rotten Your cold and clammy skin like you was doing Oxycontin You see the end results of my shit could be frightening While you try to kill the pain and I ran in like using Vicodin Triflin’, wanting every gram that I be slicing When I feed the street the drug to make ‘em bug and get to pricing in While I give a Metallica dose, squeeze quick Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, dope fiend shit (Shit) Then turn ya to a Twisted Sister, that’s what I do with it (Damn) Then rubber band the bread, that’s how my Motley Crue get it (Yeah) That old powerful shit, you know that thing that’s potent (Get it) That indescribable feeling, that thing that keep you open We smell that lethal smoking [Chorus: Kobe Honeycutt] Hey, lil mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger? Yeah, I bet it will blast ya Now take a hit of this Rock ‘n’ Roll, Rock ‘n’ Roll, Rock ‘n’ Roll It’s some powerful shit [Verse 4: Raekwon] Uh huh, yeah, under the building shit, word up, ayo They say he bury his money in gold caskets Cabinets of rap books, thrown in some bottles that’s drastic Scientists of war, flows mastered, everybody notice The rap elite emerge from a grass clique Gangstas in Polo gloves, no Lugz, Wallabees successes I be so obsessed with the plugs Making money, that’s the novel, Adidas sneaker, lethal reefer Glass cutter, Cecil, that’s the heat, AK pop off Green beret on, 40 belows, shoulder ratchet on Low pullover in the hallway, not asking Finish killing these little weight niggas Fuck around, get outta place, I’ma do the haircuts and shape niggas Bubblegum weed spot, last door at the ski shop The sequel, come smoke with me and my people We live like them rollers and Vikings We known for fighting, come float with me like indictments [Chorus: Kobe Honeycutt] Hey, lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi, you know me How he flying in the air like we ‘Living on a Prayer’, ow We 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