Tanaka 2

作词 : Joey Valence & Brae/Joseph Bertolino/Braedan Lugue/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II

作曲 : Joseph Bertolino/Braedan Lugue/Sir Robert Bryson Hall II

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop—

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop—

Run it, run it

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop—

Run it, run it

Young boy, hop out, yes, I'm a knockout

I bring fire when I Pop-Tart pop out

Born from a volcano, I drain gang like a sick drain-Draino

Uncanny, I'm goin' hammy

Hit a hundred note streak at the whammy

Bar, I rap tight like a Trojan, that woman is a bad omen

I like it dangerous, dangerous

You can not hang with us, Godzilla put the flame in us

There is no savin' us, there is no changin' us

I'm an alien from another planet

Super-powered, bet you can't stand it

I spit flamе, Waka Flocka

Create a monster, shoutout Tanaka

Hit thе pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop—

Goddamn, walk up and they know who I am

Got Ram, that means that I keep the gang runnin'

A hundred-thousand in jewelry, I'm stunnin'

And stuntin' like Evil Kenievel

My life is a movie, mother**** a Regal

I'm bombin' atomically, nothin' you do astonishly

Honestly, I'm not tryna be anybody but me

And they wanna body me, what's the camaraderie?

I want my brothers to win, but they want the bread

I'm hopin' they can ride a garderie

That ought to be all that I need, I'm hard to see

I close the studio door, then open up every part of me

**** my generation, dead 'em all, assassination

Life is balanced, time to make some room for Brae

And Joey Valance, where the talent?

Bars and beats, they got me wylin'

I'm tryna shed a little light on artists that deserve it

Over this hip beat, that's perfect

And Logic with the mic', you know I'm always finna murk this

Yeah, yeah, listen up

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop—

Boom bada, pop rocker, shock collar

Hypnotize, like my name Big Poppa

Non-stop-a, baby holla

Put your chin up when you talk, I'm taller

I'm a lover, no fighter, kisser, no biter

Lit like a lighter, this fire gettin' brighter

Call a firefighter, my fist gettin' tighter

Right hook to your jaw, copyright biter

Non-stop, Denzel, heavyweight, Rocky, barbell

Oh, you slick? I'm John Wick Rambo how I swing the sticks

Fav' flavour is vanilla, late night flight to Manila

In a jet flying over Godzilla

I'm the iller killer, beat on my chest, like gorilla

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock

Hit the pop rock, hit the pop rock