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Blues Brothers All She Wants To Do Is Rock

daddy all night long All she wants to do is rock All she wants to do is rock All she wants to do is rock She wants to rock with the clock But she don

saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Is hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missin' But this is

eight wonder So for Dania, I do it, shit, push a little fist Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue Corner flyin? it into a forty, twenty Brothers

, show me the time I said, "If you really want to do this, we can do this, fine Take six paces and begin to rhyme" As soon as she attempted to make a

you do you probably gonna see it in blue But I'ma keep this black one to Dats how I do Chours It's hot the way you roll The way you rock your clothes

mic I'll show it Do-re-mi fa-so-la ti-do it Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n' roll, even hip-hop Lovers, are my brothers and sisters All in all

life Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights See I, been in yo shoes, lost memos on crews And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues And I

Everyday she walk by see me on the same block Same crew, like she never seen rocks, chain watch, rims blue Different color boots on, park Yukon You predicates

there's hell below I think we all gonna go (Chorus) Verse 3 (Master P) Tell me is this heaven, is this hell I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral