[Chorus: Kobe]

Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi

You know me, high flying in the air like "Livin' on a Prayer"

We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

Posted on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Willie Nelson nigga, we run flusty, crocodile hat

Cowboy rap, hammer game trusty

Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca retire in a yacht

With the middle name Lex, pop my llama

Movies get made in HD, let me get your eighty-three

I'mma scout faces so straight meetings

There's nothing you can do with my real niggas

Not the ones I rest my head with, my son a real crew piranha

Two wheels scooters, the new Rugers, floating through the Beverly Center

I count a ten up with my shooters

All these is high powered, Bob Dylan style, my niggas

Post it up, yeah frontin' at Mr. Chow's, titanium hustle, switch color

Most of them rich brothers are only on fucking and switch nuggets

Luggage is the real shit, who kill shit niggas is nothing

Blow a blunt, repeal shit

[Chorus]

Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi

You know me, high flying in the air like "Livin' on a Prayer"

We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger

Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit of this rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, everything platinum, even my baggage

You want a platinum rock? Then go see Larry

He got the yellow hat, yellow Maxes Air, looking like me

With a yellow back, pretty long hair

Suck a dick like Karrine Steffans

With Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex dial stay on the check-in

I got that Mickey, baby, little mama

I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady

Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson

Know how to push it back, you should pay homage and

Shit is too potent, make you feel like vomiting

Your black/white birds can give me five like Donovan

Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game

I got the Pink Floyd, Ozzy all day

And I ain't even mention my deals yet

Cuz I don't wanna have you freaked out over this real shit

[Chorus]

Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi

You know me, high flying in the air like "Livin' on a Prayer"

We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger

Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit of this rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

(Harlem stand up, we in the building, let the birds fly

Rock star to my heart, anything else? Uncivilised, go)

Rock star like the Red Hot Chili Peppers

I can't front red tops got me feeling extra

I drop the top so I can show the stones

I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones

I'm popping shit on my mobile phone

I never slip cause I keep the fully loaded chrome

And have my niggas even stay …

That's why we pour a liquor for the Grateful Dead, we miss you

Where I'm from, it's either guns or roses

And fuck with me you need a bunch of roses

And Lord knows I keep the Led Zeppelin

A nigga put it then we dead ressing

You can tell a bitch is still an e

We got that white girl nigga Sheila E

Diplomats we the Eagles(Killa!) we finna be greater than the Beatles

[Chorus]

Hey lil mama, I got some of that Bon Jovi

You know me, high flying in the air like "Livin' on a Prayer"

We're on the corner serving that rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

Post it on the corner with the rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll

Hey little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger

Yeah, better will blast ya now take it hit of this rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll