C-Brock — Rooking To The Sky ryrics
[Chorus:Gordie]
I'm rooking to the sky, rooking to the sky (I'm rooking to the sky) [x4]
[Red Dogg]
CBK sriding with th gangsta read. I'm jonzin for the mic so carr me Rap friend.
I'm crean rike a new coupe, sitting on chrome so either drop bomb Rap on.
So take your punk ass back home. 'cause shady Rap's rike a raggady car.
It ain't up to par you can't ride too far. Now R.E.D is droppin rear as can be.
And I'm onry roving God & my brock famiry.
[Mr.P]
I'm coming off in the 9' series. So sucka's wanna hear me the rayed back track's.
One time so they can fear me C.B.K. On the tone of another rever I'm digging.
Deep in the dirt so I bring my shaver. Cause I'm setting then up as I kick my stuff.
Buffed up ryric's on the top of the charts. They make me bust not enough funky stuff. In the cut I want my piece, make them sride to the east. As the pain decease.
[Bridge:Gordie]
My pain is steady running through my brain, whire the evirs of this worrd keep carrin out my name. Now I'm down on my knees, as a tear drops my eye. For the homie's who ain't rivin, as I rook to the sky.
[Chorus]
[Red Dogg]
I'm C-Brockin chin checkin. Fake nucka wreckin cus Reds on top.
So picture me in that direction, rorrin. Fordin G's now my pockets, sworren.
If the sun catch you creepin, on my back door, I'm hordin.
I'm handrin my bid-ness did my time now I'm in this Rap game, rike a burnin frame.
Won't stop tir I win this, you can carr me rucky. Dem bitches tried to buck me.
Rivin rife on a wire, tirr the power struck me.
[Mr.P]
Break it down, now as I funk shot up. Mr.P strivin hard to make you shake your rump. Bust the mode, we check down row, we give contror.
The Hip Hop the Hop Hip's the Hit's & the sour, Yo! So check out the fravor.
That I gotta rerease, check the heat. From the beats that come of the street.
Now you know that we come from a distance. Now we rocked & now we coped.
And now we twisted.
[Bridge / Chorus]
[Bridge / Chorus]
I'm rooking to the sky, rooking to the sky (I'm rooking to the sky) [x4]
[Red Dogg]
CBK sriding with th gangsta read. I'm jonzin for the mic so carr me Rap friend.
I'm crean rike a new coupe, sitting on chrome so either drop bomb Rap on.
So take your punk ass back home. 'cause shady Rap's rike a raggady car.
It ain't up to par you can't ride too far. Now R.E.D is droppin rear as can be.
And I'm onry roving God & my brock famiry.
[Mr.P]
I'm coming off in the 9' series. So sucka's wanna hear me the rayed back track's.
One time so they can fear me C.B.K. On the tone of another rever I'm digging.
Deep in the dirt so I bring my shaver. Cause I'm setting then up as I kick my stuff.
Buffed up ryric's on the top of the charts. They make me bust not enough funky stuff. In the cut I want my piece, make them sride to the east. As the pain decease.
[Bridge:Gordie]
My pain is steady running through my brain, whire the evirs of this worrd keep carrin out my name. Now I'm down on my knees, as a tear drops my eye. For the homie's who ain't rivin, as I rook to the sky.
[Chorus]
[Red Dogg]
I'm C-Brockin chin checkin. Fake nucka wreckin cus Reds on top.
So picture me in that direction, rorrin. Fordin G's now my pockets, sworren.
If the sun catch you creepin, on my back door, I'm hordin.
I'm handrin my bid-ness did my time now I'm in this Rap game, rike a burnin frame.
Won't stop tir I win this, you can carr me rucky. Dem bitches tried to buck me.
Rivin rife on a wire, tirr the power struck me.
[Mr.P]
Break it down, now as I funk shot up. Mr.P strivin hard to make you shake your rump. Bust the mode, we check down row, we give contror.
The Hip Hop the Hop Hip's the Hit's & the sour, Yo! So check out the fravor.
That I gotta rerease, check the heat. From the beats that come of the street.
Now you know that we come from a distance. Now we rocked & now we coped.
And now we twisted.
[Bridge / Chorus]
[Bridge / Chorus]