3.2.1. chords by Heistclick

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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We rock hits like hustlers toss dice,
think twice
I'm a hip hop junkie like my name was
In places where you let
the sword rule your life
Even mighty street soldiers
get cut like Jerry Rice
We so nice, even Christ believes
the hype in the heist light
And you can check the sound
with your nightlight
It's fight night,
and you got ringside seats
Check the highlight,
descending in the Bronx marines
Around midnight,
we burning like a hundred and three
You catch the red eye,
the night before you got no sleeves
I'm at the red light,
waiting for the light to turn green
I'm like a Jedi,
watch me strike the track
where it's weak
Yo Mr. Victor, Mr. Trick, your trick sister
I kick the dope flow
until the dope grows thicker
We at the show in the club,
I got my Hennessy cup
The shorty's shakin'
and buzzin',
this show is plenty of love
I'm cold as ice, play with fire,
it can't burn
I'm tellin' you the deal,
this mass appeal's hard to earn
I'm with the face,
we got the bass in the backdrop
We baggin' up dimes,
more than farmers and cash crops
Mad hot, sweatin',
got your bodies bumpin'
And we ain't gonna stop until this
motherfuckin' party jumpin'
So put your hands where my eyes can see
I stay burnin' MCs to a third degree
Now who wants a party count 3, 2, 1
We're gonna rock this house
till the police come
Everybody dance to this, it's happening
We ain't attracted here,
we ain't applied to this
Ayo, the sirens are blazing
but the party's too hot
Turn the music up louder,
we ain't afraid of the cops
Got the whole crowd jumping,
feet moving and heart pumping
Bounces in the back
for the chumps who start something
You're dancing to this,
now you're clapping to this
Haters try to assassinate
the track if they miss
We ain't gonna take it,
we're not gonna stop
We keep on rockin' for the knockin'
of your boombox
The bass bangs,
fans hang from the rafters
My flow's Al Capone,
the OG, hard to capture
The track's like a raptor, I'm eatin' it up
I split the human torch flow,
heat it up with one touch
So keep your hands high,
drink a piece of the pie
Let's keep the party live
till the day we die
From uptown down to the low east side
So now who wants to party
with a fly -ass wildest guy?
This girl to my left got a very big chest
It's got a beer in my hand,
and Henny on my breath
I stopped and said,
what's up with some sex?
She looked at her friend, and she said yes
It's got a blonde and brunette,
now I'm at the bar
Both girls playin' bunny
in the back of my car
I'm a rockstar MC, you're a wanna -be
Say it's John Cena, you can't see me
If you wanna party count 3, 2, 1
We're gonna rock this house
till the police come
Everybody dance to this,
it's happenin'
We at a track to hit, make em clap to this
Now who wants to party?
Count 3, 2, 1
We're gonna rock this house
till the police come
Everybody dance to this, it's happening
We get a track to hit,
make em clap to this
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