This thing on? Yeah baby, that's what I'm talking about
Rap and rock and roll
Ay, rise and shine! Post all-nighter eight o'clock, hangin' tough Vox AC 30 watt, crank it up Second-hand telecaster, pats on the back For the boys in the band, sup, yaho! Switch off for the side-gig slow down AT field round the band showdowns Wanna play like you shy like you so ain't the guy Can't hide forever boy
Listen well guys and gals Money fame fortune talent Ya can't dance around it They'll just tie you down Boys be ambitious (that's right) Like this old man Hey you with the bangs and the attitude Who's the one that 'cha bow-chika-wow-chika bowing down to? Down to? Down to? (Bow-chika-wow-chika-wow-chika-wow-chika-wow-chika-bow down to) But don't you get it twisted, you're thе one that's in control!
Rockin' rockin' out, rap and rock and roll Strummin' that guitar to the rhythm that just won't stop, don't stop Let mе see ya let it out Rest in peace to any doubt Keep rockin' rockin' out, rap and rock and roll
Alright so hold up, like what's the plan? Write a first-rate banger like I know we can In the worst case, hang around same shit underground Got a rep, not a crown, so what? You got somethin' to say? Ya better say it loud "You got a whack-ass sound" a little more profound please What'cha on, anon? It goes on and on An on and off switch, for opinions? Not by a long shot When you're hot, gotta take the heat Don't let it burn ya though because the streets demand ya stay tough With the make-up, glamour n' style You can fake you gangster a little while But see boys be ambitious Like this old man (okay) Get 'cha game face on, at the same rate? Gone real fast, make it last, no flash, better take that selfie Selfie Selfie Ayy You ain't gotta die on me, we gotta stay alive
Rockin' rockin' out, rap and rock and roll Even songs of love bring emotion that just won't stop, don't stop She's "the girl", it might be love Seize her world and light it up By rockin' rockin' out, rap and rock and roll Break it down
So we don't wanna half-ass this, playin' to the masses Mark where your head is in, not where your past is Ay yo, where the throat medicine? Gimme gimme that pressure and apprehension Keep stressin' depressin' and leavin' 'em guessin' Under the weather? Disbelief suspension "Sorry guys, I do apologize, sick as hell, can't ya tell? That my voice just up and died" (Huh?) (Huh?) (Huh?) Huh? (If you guys move another fucking livestream in the name of making good music, I ain't gonna let you hear the end of it!) Get a grip, cut that shit baby (baby) Baby (baby) Baby (baby) Baby (baby) Baby (baby) You ain't gotta die on me, we gotta stay alive
Rockin' rockin' out, rap and rock and roll Strummin' that guitar to the rhythm that just won't stop, don't stop Let me see ya let it out Rest in peace to any doubt Keep rockin' rockin' out, rap and rock and roll Rockin' rockin' out Rap and rock and roll (rap and rock and roll) Woah, wow, la-la-la-la-la Proving I won't die here, you ain't dying neither Music, rhyme, and fire: it's how we stay alive (wow!)
(You guys ready for the big time?) Rap and rock and roll Oo-wah! Alright ladies, pack it up See you next TuesdayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.