- Votes:
Miss Jane - Rock & Roll lyrics
|Intro: Treach (Method Man)|
 And y'all thought it was over
 (Nah nah it ain't over 'til the fat bitch sings my nigga)
 We ready to Rock & Roll God damn it?
 (Fuck Yeah)
 Dirty Jers'/New Jerusaluem
 (Shaolin)
 Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
 (Wu-Tang my niggaz)
 Grab your hat bitch
 (C'mon!)
 |Hook: Method Man|
 Dum-dum-dum there they go (x4)
 |Treach|
 Gettin the realism, statin' the great prism
 Journalism, the Moses writin', graffitti on the state prison
 Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit
 Hate related, he's the closest that I lost since Pac (Tupac)
 Got the glock blown, ready to Rock & Roll
 Give me a shot that go up the most
 Cop the blow, nock us no
 Finger fuck the fair place, that's in the stairway
 Gut a motherfucker, gotta die to get airplay
 If I can't spray the airwaves, like a great AK
 You stay where you lay babe, "fuck you" is what I dare say
 Hatin' niggaz cuz it ain't passion for rappin' or axin'
 So sell extortion and jackin', what's happenin'?
 What's that? The clappin', they'rekidnappin' Sergeants and Captains
 I'll be mackin' and actin' like a nigga scratchin' for super passion
 (Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! C'mon!)
 |Chorus: Treach (Method Man)|
 Rotten and dazed cuz I may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye)
 World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
 Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
 Like I told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
 Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
 Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}Miss Jane - Rock & Roll - http://motolyrics.com/miss-jane/rock-and-roll-lyrics.html
 Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
 |Method Man|
 M.C.'s have the right to remain silent
 Everything you say can and will be held against y'all punk muh'fuckers
 And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
 Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya bustas
 Son suffer, the consequences, for askin'
 Competition get an ass kickin' so tremendous
 I throw my draws in it
 Who representin' for The Projects tennants since Day One?
 Shit is gettin' deep out here, run your garments son
 Like niggaz when the police department come
 Yes y'all, Mef y'all, stank ass an' all
 I'm too off the hook it don't make no sense to call
 1-900-Eat-shit, I get get my cobra cock
 Might death blow, close your eye
Chorus
 |Redman|
 Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load
 I blow the block some mo'
 Undercover like sellin' cops some blow
 Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell
 Orangutang, I throw it up like gang members
 Crunk as fuck, walkin' in with the pump tucked
 Punks get it nigga, we even jump sluts
 How 'bout a dump truck sellin' 2 for 5
 I ride with tools I made out of school supplies
 I show you it's not serious for y'all
 Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble)
 You niggaz know when you pissed 'em off
 I turn gorilla with football equipment on
 Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, I'm 'bout to tap ya foul
 Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out
 Hang up, phone calls ain't gon' happen now
 An' I'm straight facin', you niggaz can't ask around
Chorus x2











