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Mickey Avalon Roll Up Your Sleeves Lyrics
Total views: 1 time this week / Rating: 6/10 [2 votes]Album: Mickey Avalon / Original Release Date: 2006-11-07Genre: Hip Hop/RapSong Duration: 3 min 40 sec
MICKEY AVALON
- Roll Up Your Sleeves Lyrics / with translationsFor next to nothin'
Your soul could be mine
Now that I got your attention, look you dead in the eyes
If you're gunna make a move, let it be quick
Because the last mother f*cker stuttered and got clipped
I stick and move like a dog in the night
Who proud but won't growl before I'm gun' bite
Street lamps light the way as I stray
Past the corner liquor store and the penny arcade
Juiced on bennys and hard lemonade
I boost so many sweets I've got tooth decay
Who say, that Mickey can't rock your life
I've been up for 2 days straight
and 3 nights
I wear my lee's tight
and tapered at the bottom
I bought them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
So if you got a problem
You know where I'm at
Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and gutter rats
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
With eyes on the back of my head after dark
I'm just a lone drifter on the lookout for a mark
I've got angles that'll tangle masterminds with heart
f*ck it I'll even run a bum for his shopping cart
When I was young my father, rest in peace
Taught me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys
As a little boy I'd hop through chimneys
Skilled at the art of making enemies
So if you got beef
Better have good luck because
Even if you knock me down, I'll get up
And if you don't kill me
I'm gunna slice your gut
With a straight edge razor
Riddled with rust
Blood lust takes me over when I close my eyes
And look back over these jet black skies
My time here may be short along
So when I rhyme here I'm gunna light this on
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
What you lookin' at punk you don't know me from Adam
And you have the nerve to step on my chucks f*ck that
I wasn't brought up to turn the other cheek
I'll break your mothers back, just for touchin' me
I crush MC's with line step line they're mute
Strangalin' triangles, spheres, and cubes
The day old leader throwin' jabs and slabs
Of meat, that hang on hooks and straight stink
Go play the clubs that love to dance
Where chumps step bump me as they walk on past
Avalon don't care none for breasts
Less they cook and clean and wipe my ass
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
My attitude is all f*cked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
My attitude is all f*cked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
My attitude is all f*cked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
My attitude is all f*cked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
Your soul could be mine
Now that I got your attention, look you dead in the eyes
If you're gunna make a move, let it be quick
Because the last mother f*cker stuttered and got clipped
I stick and move like a dog in the night
Who proud but won't growl before I'm gun' bite
Street lamps light the way as I stray
Past the corner liquor store and the penny arcade
Juiced on bennys and hard lemonade
I boost so many sweets I've got tooth decay
Who say, that Mickey can't rock your life
I've been up for 2 days straight
and 3 nights
I wear my lee's tight
and tapered at the bottom
I bought them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
So if you got a problem
You know where I'm at
Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and gutter rats
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
With eyes on the back of my head after dark
I'm just a lone drifter on the lookout for a mark
I've got angles that'll tangle masterminds with heart
f*ck it I'll even run a bum for his shopping cart
When I was young my father, rest in peace
Taught me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys
As a little boy I'd hop through chimneys
Skilled at the art of making enemies
So if you got beef
Better have good luck because
Even if you knock me down, I'll get up
And if you don't kill me
I'm gunna slice your gut
With a straight edge razor
Riddled with rust
Blood lust takes me over when I close my eyes
My time here may be short along
So when I rhyme here I'm gunna light this on
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
What you lookin' at punk you don't know me from Adam
And you have the nerve to step on my chucks f*ck that
I wasn't brought up to turn the other cheek
I'll break your mothers back, just for touchin' me
I crush MC's with line step line they're mute
Strangalin' triangles, spheres, and cubes
The day old leader throwin' jabs and slabs
Of meat, that hang on hooks and straight stink
Go play the clubs that love to dance
Where chumps step bump me as they walk on past
Avalon don't care none for breasts
Less they cook and clean and wipe my ass
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
My attitude is all f*cked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
My attitude is all f*cked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
My attitude is all f*cked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
My attitude is all f*cked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
Facts about Roll Up Your Sleeves
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Roll Up Your Sleeves is written by Yeshe Perl, Alan Maman, Galt Macdermott, Aaron Harris, Albert Johnson.
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It is first released on November 07, 2006 as part of Mickey Avalon's album "Mickey Avalon" which includes 11 tracks in total. This song is the 6th track on this album.
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Roll Up Your Sleeves falls under the genres Hip Hop, Rap.
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Roll Up Your Sleeves song length is 3 minutes and 40 seconds.
Who wrote Roll Up Your Sleeves lyrics?
Roll Up Your Sleeves is written by Yeshe Perl, Alan Maman, Galt Macdermott, Aaron Harris, Albert Johnson.
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When was Roll Up Your Sleeves released?
It is first released on November 07, 2006 as part of Mickey Avalon's album "Mickey Avalon" which includes 11 tracks in total. This song is the 6th track on this album.
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Which genre is Roll Up Your Sleeves?
Roll Up Your Sleeves falls under the genres Hip Hop, Rap.
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How long is the song Roll Up Your Sleeves?
Roll Up Your Sleeves song length is 3 minutes and 40 seconds.
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Songwriter(s): Yeshe Perl, Alan Maman, Galt Macdermott, Aaron Harris, Albert JohnsonRecord Label(s): 2006 Interscope Records
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Roll Up Your Sleeves
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