David Banner (I’m A Rocker) lyrics

[Intro]
Chrome on the monster
Leather intestines
With a top model
And the contestants
I'm a Rottweiler
Yes I'm a rock 'n' roller
It's Weezy f*ckin' Baby
Yeah straight up out the stroller

[Verse 1]
Chrome on the monster
Leather intestines
With a top model
And the contestants
I'm a Rottweiler
Yes I'm a rock-n-roller
It's Weezy f*ckin' Baby
Yeah straight up out the stroller
I'm higher than the solar
System
Marley twist 'em
I'm like Macaulay Culkin
I was rich when I was p*ssin'
On myself, I'm ballin'
You n*ggas haterholics
I'm just the recipe
So you can save the garlic
I'm like a set of keys
I'm bout to get it started
I smoke them Beverly
Hills, from California
Them b*tches after me
So I put that paddle on 'em
She rode my di*k
And said she shoulda put a saddle on him
I watch out for them snakes
Listen for that rattle, homie
And I ain't got a clique
I got a cattle, homie
What up Five
Kickin' back just being boo
I'm talking foreign money
Like a European dude
Yeah I'm heavy, man
So you should reconsider
I hit you one time
f*ck up your equilibrium
I got rhythm
Yeah, I got soul y'all
I travel all around the world like a postcard
My flow cold
f*ck around and get a cold sore
I got this b*tch on lock like a closed door
Weezy's real, them other n*ggas folklore
I'm connected, I got more hoods than a coat store
I'm successful, I got more sh*t than you can hope for
And I got through that water like a boat oar
Young, Carter the name
Baby boy rising like hot water and 'caine
[Bridge]
Whip it, stretch it, and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it
Re-up, stretch it and flip it

[Verse 2]
Re-up
We up in the club, we up in the club
Money running like water, b*tch get up in the tub
I'm up in the club, she up in the club, he up in the club
Now she can't leave so we f*ck in the club
Am I lucky or what
Playboy rabbit
And I like big tongues, like skateboard fashion
I got more girls than the Playboy mansion
I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Sampras
And a n*gga drink like the late Fred Sandford
And a n*gga smoke like there is no cancer
And I know this world is so cold and deceivin'
But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin'
Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'
I'mma be screaming Apple and Eagle
Yeah, that's right, Apple and Eagle
Hollygrove 17, I won't leave you
Nope, and this is just the preview
But I am already working on the sequel
f*ck with me wrong
I'll f*ck with your home
Like a letter to the wife saying your husband is gone
Like Muslim I'm calm
But like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
I'm funky like underarms
The engineer's recording a thunderstorm
My hunger forms
Then ring the alarms
Tha Carter 2 was nice
But the third times a charm
[Outro]
Weezy f*ckin'