Rock Man Lyrics

Look I'm gonna tell em, you ain't gott atel em

[Hook:]
Iza rock man Iza rock man, Iza rock man
I tha run shit
With some Cruz man, with some Cruz man, with some Cruz man
I got ex girlfriend
Down in St.John
And she say she love f*cking with a rock man
Iza rock man Iza rock man, Iza rock man

Me and Meh Brotha hot like St.Thoma summer black SUV inside
look like peanut butter
Slamming down a sket beat it like a druma
And don't be surprised if you find out she's your moda
Yeah f*ck them babilon I got them running scared
Goin hard for weeks and weeks And i aint talking butta bread
We talkin bout the turf and my boy them up in here, up in here
yeah it gah a lot of rock man up in here
And we tha ramp with man from Cruz
Chuckin up deh duce and yhu don wan no drama
So yo betta call truce cuz we bout to set it off and raise the f*ckin
roof
Virgin Island massive holla when yo seee comin tru

[Hook:]
Iza rock man Iza rock man, Iza rock man
I tha run shit
With some Cruz man, with some Cruz man, with some Cruz man
I got ex girlfriend
Down in St.John
And she say she love f*cking with a rock man
Iza rock man Iza rock man, Iza rock man

Look, hey everyone, you ever been Rock?
You ever ride in a Civic with a drop top?
Club speakers in the trunk, beating down the block
Sell weed, buy it back, smoke it with a cop.
Well I done that, and I did that in November on the beach sun still hot.
If you f*ck ram, that mean you f*ck pack. If nobody there, that
mean your f*ck flop
Calypso run things, not too much rap. People in my hood still
listen to Tupac.
Screaming Thug Life, drinking Old Milkwakee. on a Ninja bike.
Kawasaki.

[Hook:]
Iza rock man Iza rock man, Iza rock man
I tha run shit
With some Cruz man, with some Cruz man, with some Cruz man
I got ex girlfriend
Down in St.John
And she say she love f*cking with a rock man
Iza rock man Iza rock man, Iza rock man

I live in Atlanta but as you can see I does still do it My Way
Nothing but a heap of VI man walking behind me.
Live Jam Band cd, beating loud up on the highway yelling out the
sunroof: Who's your Daddy? FRIDAY.
Represent St. Thomas, when I step on the scene. VI Flag hanging
out the back pocket of my jeans.
Grow up in the ghetto, now I'm living a dream.
We bout to show the world something they ain't never seen. Pull
up to the club in a dollar safari.
Jump out of that mudda skunt looking like Gatti.

Big up to Masai and free my cousin Kali and Big up them Cruzians
from Kennedy to Saffaraly.

[Hook:]
Iza rock man Iza rock man, Iza rock man
I tha run shit
With some Cruz man, with some Cruz man, with some Cruz man
I got ex girlfriend
Down in St.John
And she say she love f*cking with a rock man
Iza rock man Iza rock man, Iza rock man

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