“Rock N Roll” by Raekwon is a gritty hip-hop track from his album “Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… Pt. II” (2009). Raekwon’s storytelling shines as he delves into street life and survival. The J Dilla-produced beat adds a soulful backdrop, while the song provides an unfiltered look into the challenges of life in certain communities. Check out the Raekwon Rock N Roll Lyrics and Video here…

Raekwon Rock N Roll Lyrics

Hey little mama, little mama, I got some of that Bon JoviYou know meHave you flying in the air like you living on the pent houseWe on the corner serving that rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ rollPosted on the corner with that rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ roll

Willy Nelson nigga, you run flush, the crocodile hatCowboy rap, hammer game trusteeDiamonds on from Ghana, Boca Ratona, yeahWith the middle name Lex, pop my llamaMovies get made in HD, Mick and Jay they so threeI’m a Scarface to scrape meThere’s nothing you could do to my real niggasNot the ones I rest my head with, my sons’ll milk a piranhaTwo wheel scooters, the new RugersFloating through the Beverly summerCounting ten with my shooterAll of these is high power, bard dealing style my niggaPosted up, then fronting to Mr. ChildTitanium hustler, switch colorMost of them rich brothers’ll hold they ownFuck it, and switch numbersLoved just the real shit, who killed shit?Niggas is nothing, blow a blunt, repeal shit

Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger?Yeah, better we’ll blast youNow take a hit of this rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ rollIt’s some powerful shit

Everything platinum, even my baggageYou want a platinum rock? Then go see LadinHe got the yellow hat, yellow Max AirsLooking like me, with a yellow back, pretty long hairSuck a dick like a rich steppingOr Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex girl stay on the checkI got that Mickey baby!Little mama, I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady!Move like a running back, 21 TomlinsonKnow how to push a pack, you should pay homageShit is too old, nigga feel like rhyming itGet black, white, MexicansMake me fly like DonovanPop the champagne for the illest hustler in the gameI got the Pink Floyd, Ozzy all dayI ain’t even mention my deals niggaBecause I don’t want to have you freaked out over this real shit

Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger?Yeah, better we’ll blast youNow take a hit of this rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ rollIt’s some powerful shit

Rockstar like the Red Hot Chili PeppersI can’t front because Roy Drop got me feeling extraI drop the top so I can show styleI got the sours on Rolling StoneI’m dropping shit on my mobile phoneI never slip because I keep a fully loaded chromeAnd half my niggas even stay at thatBefore we pour liquor for the ‘grateful dead’And where I’m from it’s even Guns ‘N’ RosesAnd fuck with me you need a bunch of rosesAnd Lord knows I keep the Led ZeppelinA nigga front and then we bag wrestleAnd you can tell them bitches feel at easeWe got that white girl, nigga Cheryl EDiplomats, we the eaglesWe finna be grated into Beetles

Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger?Yeah, better we’ll blast youNow take a hit of this rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ roll, rock ‘n’ rollIt’s some powerful shit

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