paroles de chanson Rock Out Woop - Woop

Woop]

Smoke a zip, roll another spliff
Stack a chip, turn up on a nigga piffed up
I'm the shit, diamonds on my wrist
Want him dead, I don't know the man
Get him out my face, I'm to fuckin piffed up
(Turnin' up on these niggas)
What you mean, I'm Ameri-fiend
I'm kill the scene man
Hol' up, hol' up, hol'up
Rock Out Woop (I Rock Out on these niggas)
Rock Out Woop (Rock Out on these niggas)
Rock Out Woop (I Rock Out broad day)

I got a chopper that'll rock you out them motherfucking bands like a guitar
Master P, (Woop) nigga i got the hook-up
Got a bad bitch smoking out a hookah
Puerto Rican plug, Rican white flow (get it)
Trap house keep a juug at the door
Jack house got straight robbers in it
Bit a skittle with a monkey in the middle
I'm geeked up, what the fuck a nigga mean
Rock out broad day, behind the team Billie Jean
Crackers play it dirty, but I'm trying to keep it clean
On the corner swangin' dope [?]
I don't know what the fuck niggas is thinkin'
I don't know nothing, Only thing that I'm saying
Woopie ain't next?, you gotta be playin
(Aye!)
Selling swag packs of the Lingo
Blow up, him C4, Moving with his bitch like a vevo
I walk round' like I'm Deebo, I'm pluggd in with a chico
Big dog status, that's me though
Woopie got one feeling, my only feeling is fuck how you feeling
(I got that drink right here)

Like em' classic, not that bullshit
If she rock out, make me fall out, way she do it
Rock out with my bitch say, Rock out with my niggas say
I rock out in broad day, I bang out on Broadway
And the gas growing like its doing push-ups
I'm a hood nigga, doing hood shit
If you a hood nigga, nigga throw your hood up
Fuck where he from, we gon' rock out on him
I take these bitches do mollies on em
I got that lean in the styraphoam
With my lil' nigga, he right or wrong
Can't tell him nothing he keep that stone
[?], But you die alone
So now, i-i just ride around with my full clip
In case I have to rock out on some bullshit