Ah, yeah, yeah
Chilling, but you're, but you're, come on
Man, P-Rock, uh-huh
Kick the fat track, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on
Pumpin' that fuel for all to use
Yo, we're gettin' broke wild on this A-D-O-R
Slammin' groove, steppin' up to bum, rush the stage
It's the crew motivated by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher to get you out the cage
From the get-go, the critics ranted and raved
Cause if heart was too strong, the road to the riches we began to pave
Where the body, the mind, the soul become one
It's a twine with peace and hostility none
It's the message loud and clear
For all to hear and make the crowds cheer
Which is the season of the year
The flow, to a rugged kind of tempo
And what this all means, it's time to let yourself go
It's time to get you onto this 90-delic tip
I'm not a hippie, but yo, B, I'm hip
The 90-delic effort
Finishing me still with more self-gal
Future on point, yo, my brother's gonna work it out
The pressure gets high, state of mind is in a pout
Flip off the vibes, come on, and let it all hang out
Cause we got what's your life?
Cause we got what's your life?
Let it all hang out
Come on
Let it all hang out
Come on
Feel the vibes from the rhythms
To break the day
Devil's times
A feeling of good times
Musical highs
Rhythm, harmony, soul skills, and that
Put together for the master plan
And surely to attract
The people it takes
To speak is to quake
The points to make
The ADOR possesses what it takes
To make it feel good the way it should
Give me the mic and P-Rock
And you know I could
State of get you up
All night long
It feels too right, too strong
To be wrong
Let's turn it up
Full blast
And make it last, yo
I'm thinking about the future
The past
With a beat that's pumping
To get the people to know
People jumping
But saying something
Do you know what I'm talking about
When I tell you to express yourself
And let it all hang out
Cause we got what's your life?
Let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
Cause we got what's your life?
Let it all hang out
P-Rock, hear the tones
So clap your hands
Hip-hop fans
For another definition
Of the rhythm
Is what you demand
Pump your fists
Say yo, go, go
A way to adore
Possessions
Is a feeling from season
So for all to feel
Cause our feeling is real
So new jacks
But know the deal
If you can feel it
Shake it
And not fake it
Come on, rise
You're gonna make, make, make it
To the top of the pile
Get hype, my child
While this record's spinning
I'm setting the pace
Feel the bass
Cause the verdict is in
EM's on the case
To get you off
With the beat that's for
And keep it, give it to ya
Of course
I don't drink the stout
But I get wide open
When I shout, when I shout
I let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
Let it hang out

Cause we got, what's your life?
Let it all hang out
Let it all hang out




Cause we got, what's your life?
Let it all hang out






Come on
Let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
Yeah
Let it all hang out
Cause we got, what's your life?
Thank you.