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I'm just a rocka dude |
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Lookin for my rocka girl |
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Baby I'll rock your boat, |
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Rock your bed, and rock your world |
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But you gotta be as fly as me |
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You gotta know how to rock your stuff |
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VH1 Brett Michael, Be my rock of love |
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VS 1, big stones |
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Lemme rock ya |
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Maybe marriage, baby carriage |
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Lemme knock ya up |
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I could be your rocka daddy |
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You could be my rocka mommy |
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I could your chilly pepper |
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You could be my hot tamale |
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Have your ever made to a rockstar |
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In a hot car with the top off |
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In the middle of a parkin lot |
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You don't care who see, who look, or who watch ya |
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Pretty face |
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And the body soft as baby skin |
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She hopped on me and rode |
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I thought my name was Harley Davidson |
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[Girl:] |
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You got your tattoos |
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I got my tattoos too |
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We stay up all night and do what rockstars do |
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We got the music |
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Bumpin thru the system |
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The room is real smoky |
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Highlights in a mansion |
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We lovin all night |
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We sleepin all day |
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Wake up and hit the mall |
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Stay fresh and rock our way |
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They try to imitate us |
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They could never duplicate us |
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Pull up in the Ferrari |
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Saying hello to all my haters |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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Have you ever mad love |
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To a rockstar |
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In a hot car |
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With his guitar, playing on the side |
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Have. you. ever. mad. love. |
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[Girl:] |
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You drive a fast car |
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I drive a fast car too |
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Suicide doors with the topless roof |
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Now we're cruisin |
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Glasses on the face |
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Cus he ducking paparazzi, they high speed chasin |
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We got a maserati but we drivin in a range |
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Cus we don't give a damn |
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Switch rides by the day, day, day |
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Now this is what I call rockstar love |
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This was the question I was thinkin of |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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Have you ever made love |
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To a rockstar |
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In a hot car |
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With his guitar, playing on the side |
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Have. you. ever. mad. love. |
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[Lil Wayne:] |
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I'm a r-o-c-k star |
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And I can play with that pussy like I play my guitar |
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Call me Weezy F the best you ever saw |
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She the best you never saw goo you ain't even lookin |
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Got a chauffeur but he ain't even lookin |
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We in the back seat poppin like fried chicken cookin |
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And I'm tied to that pussy like flies on my duce |
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Shawty got class |
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And no I won't play hooky |
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But no not never |
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Put my feet on the pedal |
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And make that guitar go madder like |
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Told ya girl |
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I could play with that pussy like I play my guitar |