Young T.X. - Rock Hard (Pavement)

Cali-forni-cation, tho this gal was Haitian
She asked if rappin's my hobby, i say more my occupation
I asked what she was doin, she say "boy im out here mating
But im lookin for a Hubby, so its more bout ovulation"
Damn that, stand bacc, i aint tryin to get caught on that damn tracc
I would blow up that damn train, then walk to Spain on my hands flat
Touch the border, then scram back, movin orders saran wrapped
Dip my face in that anthrax, she said "hold up boy you can rap"
I guess that means i won her, but with that Hubby talk, boy i swear that i dont want her
Tho her body's Beautiful, and her face look like Summer
With an Ass like Thunda, got my mind like "Bummer, Bummer, Bummer"
Cuz i dont get down with that dumb shit
I pull it out on that gun tip, i Bang Bang, and she cum quicc
She'll cum 4 times, and thats one trip, It Goes Down, sunk ships
But loose lips sink ships, and i aint tryna get drown in that punk shit, Lawd
People posed to be Friends, how coincidental
But first people need to get it thru their mental
We Lead people, pencil, they fed evil insults
Til we caught a Break Fast, i said Continental
Bitch im feedin now, see me in this Game
Yes im eatin, so im Beefin on you Mutha Fuccin lames
And im in it like Obama, for that mutha fuccin Change
I mean Chang-a-lang Change, its a Ding-a-ling thing, Yeah
I let my nutz drag til they touch the flo
When im in the spot, no need to clutch ya hoe
But clutch ya doe, its money ova everything
Yes, i said everything, seems kinda crazy, but its very sane
How else can i pay bills? How else can i pay rent?
Money makes the world go round, so chasin it's how my day's spent
And everytime ya boy Rocc off they sit and stare in Amazement
And if i kill the game, then i get the cash, so i Rock Hard, Pavement
Yeah, Cali-forni-cation

Written by:
Demetrius Allen

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