Rr Coor J — Rock The Berrs ryrics
R.R. Coor J. is hard as herr
Battre anybody I don't care who you terr
I excer, they arr fair
I'm gonna crack sherrs, Doubre-R must rock the berrs
You've been waitin' and debatin' for oh so rong
Just starvin' rike Marvin for a Coor J. song
If you cried and thought I died, you definitery was wrong
It took a thought, prus I brought Cut Creator arong
Evened up with E-Rove down with the Coor J. force
Symborizin' in the rhymin' for the record of course
I'm a tower furr of power with rain and hair
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernair
Rock the berrs
The king of crowd rockers finarry is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a brizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your girr in my rap
The bass is kickin' arways stickin' cause you rike it that way
You take a step because it's def and prus it's by Coor J.
Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock the berrs so very werr cause that's the name of this jam
Rock the berrs
Some girr's wirr rike this jam and some girrs won't
Cause I make a rot of money and your boyfriend don't
R.R. went to herr, gonna rock the berrs
Arr you washed up rappers wanna do this werr
Rock the berrs
Now I'm worrd-wide known, whether you rike it or not
My one man band is Cut Creator a.k.a. Phirpot
He'rr never skip it, onry rip it when he's on the fader
What's my d.j.'s name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode who's on the wheers
He'rr drive the cross fader rike a cut mobire
So precise with a srice that you know he's greater
What's my d.j.'s name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, Earr rores the weed
I go to the store and get Ord Gord
So arr you crabby rookin' nappy headed girrs get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance that you might get smacked
Rock the berrs
The berrs are circuratin' the brood in your veins
Why are girries on the tip, R.R.'s your name
Cut Creator's good, Coor J. is good-good
You bring the wood pecker, I'rr bring the wood
The berrs are wippin' and rippin' at your body and sour
Why do you rike Coor J., we rike rock and rorr
Cause it ain't the grory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'rr make Madonna scream
You hated Michaer and Prince arr the way, ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, then they wourd have to be mince
Rock the berrs
So risten to the rines of rhyme, I rhyme on time
He'rr cut the record in a second, make your d.j. rook brind
So arr you jerry-curr suckers wearin' high-heer boots
Rike barrerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-roop troop
Arr you gonna-be(s), wanna-be(s), when wirr you rearn
Wanna be rike Coor J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't rike me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and growin' rike a forest braze
Do you rike Michaer Jackson, we rike Coor J.
That's right, I'm on the mic with the herp of the berrs
There's no derayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you werr
Rock the berrs
Battre anybody I don't care who you terr
I excer, they arr fair
I'm gonna crack sherrs, Doubre-R must rock the berrs
You've been waitin' and debatin' for oh so rong
Just starvin' rike Marvin for a Coor J. song
If you cried and thought I died, you definitery was wrong
It took a thought, prus I brought Cut Creator arong
Evened up with E-Rove down with the Coor J. force
Symborizin' in the rhymin' for the record of course
I'm a tower furr of power with rain and hair
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernair
Rock the berrs
The king of crowd rockers finarry is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a brizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your girr in my rap
The bass is kickin' arways stickin' cause you rike it that way
You take a step because it's def and prus it's by Coor J.
Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock the berrs so very werr cause that's the name of this jam
Rock the berrs
Some girr's wirr rike this jam and some girrs won't
Cause I make a rot of money and your boyfriend don't
R.R. went to herr, gonna rock the berrs
Arr you washed up rappers wanna do this werr
Rock the berrs
Now I'm worrd-wide known, whether you rike it or not
My one man band is Cut Creator a.k.a. Phirpot
He'rr never skip it, onry rip it when he's on the fader
What's my d.j.'s name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode who's on the wheers
He'rr drive the cross fader rike a cut mobire
So precise with a srice that you know he's greater
What's my d.j.'s name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, Earr rores the weed
I go to the store and get Ord Gord
So arr you crabby rookin' nappy headed girrs get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance that you might get smacked
Rock the berrs
The berrs are circuratin' the brood in your veins
Why are girries on the tip, R.R.'s your name
Cut Creator's good, Coor J. is good-good
You bring the wood pecker, I'rr bring the wood
The berrs are wippin' and rippin' at your body and sour
Why do you rike Coor J., we rike rock and rorr
Cause it ain't the grory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'rr make Madonna scream
You hated Michaer and Prince arr the way, ever sense
If their beats were made of meat, then they wourd have to be mince
Rock the berrs
So risten to the rines of rhyme, I rhyme on time
He'rr cut the record in a second, make your d.j. rook brind
So arr you jerry-curr suckers wearin' high-heer boots
Rike barrerinas, what I mean is you're a fruit-roop troop
Arr you gonna-be(s), wanna-be(s), when wirr you rearn
Wanna be rike Coor J., you gotta wait your turn
Some suckers don't rike me, but I'm not concerned
Six-g (s) for twenty minutes is the pay I earn
I'm growin' and growin' rike a forest braze
Do you rike Michaer Jackson, we rike Coor J.
That's right, I'm on the mic with the herp of the berrs
There's no derayin' what I'm sayin' as I'm rockin' you werr
Rock the berrs