[Intro]
Yeah
Once again, mayne, it's the Young Champ (Woo)
Emperor King Hus, champion, Selassi
Yo, yeah ("I told ya")
[Verse 1]
They say, "Husalah Husalah, say a dope rhyme"
Load your clip with 16's, hit us four times
Let these niggas know you the dopest, yeah, I'm focused
But being focused ain't shit if you not a monster
I'm a mobster, block shockin' drug nigga
I love dealers that slap bitches in the mouth, yeah, it sound foul
Dippin' dummy down south, clock stupid thous
Troop sneakers on my feet, I'm a wild child
When my wetter blaow, blaow, you get plowed down
Pull up, bounce out, watch niggas break like wild style
Your girl take a lotta dick, try to break a nigga's stick
And nigga hit her with a tip that'll break any bitch
Look at her smile now, she know it's true
So should you, let her wild out
Instead of handcuffing the bitch, let her out the house
Get her back when I yank my dick out her mouth
Then kiss her, let her know she your honey bun
I love money, chump, fresh sneaks and bloody guns
That's how I rock, doggy
That's how you should, gracefully, beautifully thrashin' niggas
Young Husalah, nigga, geah
[Pre-Chorus]
(The bloody face of a drunk insane man is upon your face)
We're gonna rock
[Chorus]
No matter what they say, no matter, dude (No matter, dude)
No matter what they say, no matter what they do
We're gonna rock (Rock)
We're gonna rock (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
When I step to the booth and speak truth
It seems like a lot of niggas front in the booth, nigga, it's young boo
I flow stup' like dook' chutes on porn shoots (Jenna Jameson)
Then it's more wicked, but flipped it and twist it, I'm gifted
Throwin' champion dick in bitches, my tip is ridiculous
Silky perms and nappy kitchens, they happy I hit it
No beds, I stick it, I ain't have to lick it, you trippin'
That's your game, homeboy, we not the same, boy
I'm like a P33, you're just a Game Boy
I'm in the rain with 'caine movers, wood grain super
Stuck in a stupor, rocked your girl, let her straight Uber
I scrape them off like a Z/28 'Maro tip
Yeah, that's your spouse, so hidden hate make this barrel kick (Blaow)
Ayy, I'm the narrowest thorough kid to ever rock
From here on in, I'm known as Heroin, I'm Primo Rock
"He won't stop" is what they say when I'm gettin' dummy
My clique is retarded, they're grimey, it's gully
We dumb, nutty, stupid, hully doin' ten thousand
I been wild in this style and classic like Baskin Robbins
Oops, I pull out them Iceland Troops
They can't stand dude with more colors than Froot Loops, you're stupid
[Pre-Chorus]
(The bloody face of an insane drunk man is in your face)
We're gonna rock (Yeah), we're gonna rock
[Chorus]
No matter what they say, no matter what they do
We're gonna rock (Rock), we're gonna rock
[Verse 3]
While you're home kissin', I'ma rock 24's on the spot
Posted up, cock it, stupid ass dumb cousin (Bring me another beer)
I'm dumb clean when I bust, yeah, Husalah Hus (Bring me another beer)
Gettin' stupid dumb retarded like I'm on angel dust (Bring me another fuckin' beer)
Come and bang with us, cuz, we playing games and stuff
Rockin' 'caine so the fangs, they remain with us (Yeah)
Young Hus, he touch kicks, he don't rock Zips
He rock your bitch and when his cock is stiff, she blasts off like a rocket ship
We stick without a pocket
She gotta stop before I knock the bitch
Ayo, one, two, three, you listening to the sound of the M-O-B, and Hus don't fly
I'm spaced out, zoning, doing a hundred, I'm rollin'
Twist the knob to the knock, pop the door, stupid yokin'
We get the block off like a 9/11 explosion
And got the little niggas reppin', the young chicks in motion
Yo, I take her to the telly, she rub my dick with lotion
Bounce out the scraper while it's rollin', yo, I'm a stupid dummy
She buff my knob then I put my dick up in her tummy
And then she give me money, mayne, all these chickens love me
[Chorus]
No matter what they say, no matter what they do
We're gonna rock, we're gonna rock
No matter what they say, no matter what they do
We're gonna rock (Rock), we're gonna rock
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, it's young Husalah, man, on the track with Love Fist
(Bring me another fuckin' beer)
Back to back with my boys and we rockin' hard
(Bring me another fuckin' beer)
Yeah, boy
You're pretty cool for a Black guy
(You're a pretty cool dude for a Black guy)
Funky fresh in your face
(You're a pretty cool dude for a Black guy)
(Pretty cool for a Black guy) And Love Fist
(Four guys to get your face)
(Soundtrack available on Vice City)
We're gonna rock, we're gonna rock
(You heard us on Vice City) We're gonna rock
(You heard us on Vice City) We're gonna rock
Yeah, all the young ladies is invited to the party after the show
(You heard us on Vice City)
We accept groupies
Now we're doing songs with the Hustler
Pretty cool for a Black guy
Ah, this boy got me on the mainey, yadamean, mayne
Yadawannamean, mayne, wallawallamean, mayne
Wallawallamean, mayne, wallawallabingbang
Wallawallabingbang
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He's pretty cool for a Black guy
