billy dean thomas - rocky barboa lyrics
rocky barboa!
[chorus]
rocky barboa
they don’t got a clue
i’m like rocky barboa
hit you 1 one hit you 2 x2
[pre chorus]
don’t need a watch for you to tell me what the time is
you can’t make no money if you always minding my biz
[verse 1]
business
i’m a businessman
no plan a i don’t need b plan
rappers pop pills
stripper do a dance
i’m a high cl-ss rhymer
and i’m hella dapper d-mn
rocky barboa
they don’t got a clue
verse chopping up the beats call lucy liu
always eating lox tryna stack like a jew
tryna travel round the world japan and harajuku
people claim they friends and then they shoot you
then they boost you
then they shoot you
protein fakes in the booth
i used to be on 137 chillen with pupu
(harlem on the rise!)
nills
now i’m thinking mills
flow a water well
bills on top of bills planking they self
i don’t mean the ones liberty inside the bell
i mean the bills tryna cut off my cell
ain’t it funny how the karma come around like a wheel
on stage blow they face off
can’t feel it
tryna make it like will
lay a verse like the law and the judge
no appeal
[pre chorus]
don’t need a watch for you to tell me what the time is
you can’t make no money if you always minding my biz
[chorus]
rocky barboa
they don’t got a clue
i’m like rocky barboa
hit you 1 one hit you 2 x2
[verse 2]
i hate this 9 to 5
just got a raise and i realize i need more jobs
f-ck it i need my props
i got this hustle mentality from my moms
all i wanna be is the black steve jobs
all i wanna hear is the crowd scream ahhh
man i been a outcast since hey ya
white folks sleeping on me cuz im brown
why they pay less? venue dont reply
i do more for the culture than americana
have a million wings won’t say im fly
i know that people hate me but they gon see me prosper
i’m on to bigger things now i start to pop up
coming to your city like a clothing store pop up
pop up
pop up
you can’t even stop us
dean and snakefoot
we put the lock on to the locker
the game is locked up
no joystick
my joints stick to your ears
ointment
dont hit my cell no appointment
don’t kiss and tell less your soft lips
be the microphone that i talk in
for i’ll be a dead man walking
cuz my girl tiny but she talk big
my girl tiny but she talk big talk big
work mad hard for apartments
tryna buy out the department
store
tryna turn poverty to profit
till the bank teller say
it can’t fit no more
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