Tekst:
Face First Bottle Rocket

Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock

Squad is odd Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock

straight And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate And we gonna drink dark, we gonna take it to they face And I got them gold bottles, first place

[Rick Ross:] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave first time fish tailing in the 6 speed real bad

to rock 'cause once upon a time, not long ago Before hip hop was made for the radio An MC show had to cold rock the masses Used to wear a Kangol wit

throw the stocking On his face, like when he first met cha [Ghostface Killah] Yo, me and Sheek drug heads like a bottle of Goose I had my road dogs follow

son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin' you shot Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the

rockin' that shit I'm like look at shawty go, go She rockin' to the beat, she rockin' it for me And all I can think about is rockin' it to sleep Her face

Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock