R. Donnelly

R. is 92 years old. He is the Lead Singer of Rob Rude's Blues Review. R. is also known as "Rob Rude". R. is located in Dubrovnik at Autobusni Kolodvor.

R. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.

Ready to conquer Europe!

Lickin' Shotz

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Song Details

Lickin' Shotz is Anthem music in tempo Lento. The music is mediocre and the lyrics are sweet. The song was written 12/28/2006 by R. Donnelly. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 100
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 20
Genre: Hip Hop
Owner: Rob & Tha Mob
First Revealed: 12/28/2006 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed.

Dominant Instruments

Rapper
Rapper
Turntable System

Special Lyrics

(R. Donnelly)
Yo! Lift your glaukz,
Gunsmoke still lickin' shotz.
We still take our time
and we pick our spotz,
thatz why we comin' off,
more sick than chicken pox.
While some catz iz hittin' rockz,
we in tha studio, got hitz to drop.
You gotta pull-up & lift your sockz
plus get-up early & set your clockz
if you want to raise your stock
or if you hope to get to the top.
Thatz why we succeed
and we wont never stop.
We still wreck shop
and we evade the most clever copz.
We still smoke that better pot,
and we still rock whatevers hot.
Gunsmoke still cold as ice
but I prefer when the weathers not.
Weather or not ur a have or have not
smokin crack rock give ya bad cough.
Fuck with Gunsmoke? U best back off!
Catz on top about to get smacked off.
We get tha money and bitchz,
and all you can do iz jack-off.
Gunsmoke make hitz thatz mad hot,
ur sound like U made em on a lap-top.
Watch me lickin`shotz!

(F. Skelton)
We had them bitches thinkin this was some drug
Me and Rob aint nothin but straight thug
When your girl ask.. we give em that hug
And by the end of the night..
we give em the spark plug
U know that shit that have their hair all frizzed
If suckin dick was a test she would ace that quiz
I got them diamonds round my neck that keep them hoes flockin
I dont think I have ever heard the pharse cock blockin
Cause once Im done stay seated hoe.. Its Robs go
I think I remember that girl from a long time ago
We smoke pounds and flip them Os
I can write that check cause I got that dough
While you haters are sittin in the back of the plane
Im sittin in tha front right next to Dwayne
You know my nigga D-Wade
Dont stand too close cause I may explode like a grenade
I keep poppin off like my AK
But my bullets never go array
Im right on target and you head is a bulls eye
No one can deny that I am that guy

(R. Donnelly)
Yo! Gunsmoke iz tha studio,
rock that authentic street shit.
Sweet shit. Make ya say `Hmmm`, Deep shit.
It aint no secret, you rock tha weak shit,
I`d drop some names but they`d probably bleep it.
Gunsmoke on top, and you way beneith it,
you try to push CDs, but they tell you `keep it`.
Peep it. I say things that you dont agree with,
u just mad Im tha one ur girl wants to be with.
You best do ur chin-ups, push-ups & knee-lifts,
cuz im about to smoke studios like three spliffs.
Hit Em Low, Cashville & Bad Boyz, fuck that noize
Im old school like Big Daddy Kane & The Fat Boys.
You made a bad choice, my brother, ask Dr. Joyce.
Act hard with me, I make ya look soft and moist.
I can use my talking-voice, or my rappin` growl,
my face always got a scowl, down for actin`foul.
Im tha Wise old owl, make ya throw in the towel,
take u to da deep-end, when U used to da shallow.
Aint got no jowels, but im da godfather of vowels
fuck lickin shotz, Im hangin MCz in tha gallows.