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    "Betty Rocker" Lyrics

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    You got to get ya cut get a coke make a soda
    mix it up whip it up a put in a pot.

    Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop
    it up bag it then put on the block.

    I'm a roach in a raid trap I feel like new born
    babies in car seats I'm suppose to stay straped
    cause our country likes collard greens and grits
    which seem like Spike Lee they screem fa nics
    but it keep calling me. Show me the ben-ja-mes
    scard I'll be on the team I'll be 12 like enemies
    what's all the fuss about shut ya mouf cut it out
    ya ass a hustla make mo green than brustle spruots
    ya mad cause alcapon in a glida(?)(?)(?)(?)(?)
    like a football playa have a bar-b-que i want bark
    at you wit ya red shirts look like a football playa
    you don't sell dope like me, i was riding the bus
    with coke way before Tyrese,???
    cops is sick of me
    feds wanna get rid of me
    cause I'm slanging heavy diddly diddly diddly d

    This song was submitted on July 9th, 2006 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ken Leader, Tony Castillo, Darion Crawford, Shawn Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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