Wrist Stay Rocky

歌詞

N-n-nonstop My wrist and my wrist and my wrist and my wrist And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And, and my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone I keep two toned stones sittin' in my low Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low Keep two toned stone, two, two toned stone Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low and my People they ask me, "Twista, how you keep yo' style young?" Rocks on my wrist make me feel like the Italian Stallion I don't do much but every piece cost at least five digits Just use it as inspiration and say, "He got it so I gotta get it" If a heffer got a fatty then I gotta hit it If it's princess cut then I gotta get it Handcuffs on the wrists, ain't nobody out here fuckin' with Twist' I be flowin' so you gotta feel it But let me slow it back up So you can hear what I'm spittin' They call me Cocky Balboa I'm Rocky, come and look at how I glisten Even without it my aura make me get my shine on It's just a reward to myself for gettin' my grind on Got different rocks in the Jacob for every time zone In the club boxin' with boulders call me Sly Stone Wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And, and my wrist stay Rocky, wrist, wrist stay Rocky And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone I keep two toned stones, two, two toned stone Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low Keep two toned stone, two, two toned stone Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low and my People tell me, "Twista we love you but why you act so cocky?" My swagger up in these stones got me feelin' like Rocky When I pull up to the party in the all white Maserati It feels so good when I know That I got 'em diamonds that'll fuck up everybody's Don't hate 'cause I got that there, don't trip on how I do it dude Different color rocks on every side of the Rubik's Cube My jewelry's screamin' loud, so I stay cool and mellow How many colors you got in that watch? Black and white and blue and yellow Hundred karats on the iPod, hundred karats on the Gucci link In the club talkin' shit like I don't know that my dookie stink White tee or the fuchsia mink, dependin' on the weather You wanna take it or compete with me Then we can do whatever 'cause my Wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And, and my wrist stay Rocky, wrist, wrist stay Rocky And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone I keep two toned stones, two, two toned stone Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low Keep two toned stone, two, two toned stone Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low and my V.I.P., colorful diamonds and a gold chain It's a motherfuckin' shame how my earlobes hang From them knockers and a bracelet On my wrist flick, flick, flick, flick, flick Watch so cold, they say they lookin' at the time On the wrist tick, tick, tick, tick, tick It's the reason I could pull up on a thick chick So fine and her ass so thick thick I told her, "Let me be your manager On the red carpet while the camera flick, flick, flick I could put some diamonds on them arms and have you lookin' better" She looked at me like Elena, pulled her sleeves back and said her Wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And, and my wrist stay Rocky, wrist, wrist stay Rocky And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone I keep two toned stones, two, two toned stone Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low Keep two toned stone, two, two toned stone Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low