Laulunsanoja:
Blame It On The Love Of Rock Roll

've sung, blame it on love Every war I've won, blame it on love Every thing I've done, blame it on love Blame it on the love of rock 'n' roll It feels

old Blame it on the love of rock & roll Blame it on the love, blame it on the love Dad don't understand what the little girls know Blame it on the love of rock

trill nigga, I been out on them blocks With them hustlers, them dealers, and killers selling rocks Put in work in round the clock from when the sun went down Till it

away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on And

love Much Clown love, hey, Vato You fuck, I guess you don't know Never kill around here, hey, Vato Yeah, bitch, it's all about Clown love Much Clown love

to kill it, kill it Fuck a New York critic, he write about it I live it, did it plus I'm still with it putting it down On all these DJ's hatin' fakin

it wit a chuckel, hit that shit nigga, fuck you Fuck him, pull my coat, just hop up on the dust too Like it's cool to be smokin' on the rulers Don't hit

{ms. tee} Now why the fuck the police is on my block Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one

I got a rock n roll band I got a rock n roll life I got a rock n roll girlfriend And another ex-wife I got a rock n roll house I got a rock n roll car