Hello children
Sing it out
Black Jack Johnson, N-Y-C
R-O-Z-K-I-N-G
Sun in the moon, ice stores in Venice
Before it's all done, y'all gon' all understand it like
Bang, the haters can't fuck with it
Cause they mom and they sister, they girl in love with it
The sound man holla black, come with it
Spin the record to the record, done spinning
Get up top as you getting up with it
Now dirty, dirty as you getting crunk with it
Smoke is smoke from coast to coast
Care for the first draw, be that overdose
Who stay holding it for Brooklyn, you know it's most
The jackpot, I got the gold for broke
This the only way the Smith family know where to go
Right here to my youngest when it's older folks
I'ma put it down like a dirty soul was sold
Freak daddy came here to work the mojo over
Cause the high is high and the low is low
That gold for the sinner, man, the holy foe
Put your shit in the sky like I know you know
Hop, back at Onation, get chode to chode
Stay rockin', steady, steady, cause I told you so
After y'all get it, come on, let it go some more
Seattle about something for sure, for sure
For sure, for sure
Let me see it in the world, man, can you show the road
When it feel good to ya, baby, throw your bows
Cause we are, so, get chode
Yes, we are, so, get chode

Yes, we are, rock n' roll
Yes, we are, so, get chode
Yes, we are, rock and roll
Yes, we are, so, get chode
Yes, we are, rock and roll
Yes, we are, so, get chode
Yes, we are, rock and motherfuckin' roll
Hah!
I am a fighter and a lover
I'm the freaky, baby daddy I'm a bad motherfucker
I'm the earth, wind, fire and the thunder
I said I am, go ask my mama
You don't believe that
That shit believe what you wanna
All right, okay, what's up, shut up
Speak language, come straight from the gutter
Observe the turns that we trade with one another
Like, yo, what's good, what's poppin', what's crackin'?
Yo, what it is, how you livin', what's happenin'?
The work songs that the slaves sang back then
The playground chants where little girls clap now
Blackjack, Johnson, NYC, R-O-C-K-I-N-G
Sun and the moon, earth, stars, and planets
Before it's all done, y'all gon' all understand it
Blackjack, Johnson, NYC, R-O-C-K-I-N-G
Sun and the moon, earth, stars, and planets
Planets, planets, planets
Space
Give me the space
Seattle, give me the space
Let your nigga rock
Give me the space
Let that ghetto rock
Let that ghetto rock
Watch the ghetto rock
Watch the ghetto rock
This is the sound
Uh, this is the sound
Ghetto rock, this is the sound
Ghetto rock, this is the sound
Ghetto rock, this is the sound

Ghetto rock, this is the sound
Ghetto rock, this is the sound Ghetto rock in the motherfuckin' room
Boogeyman Music! What's up, Seattle?
What we got?
Yo, can I do some acapella for y'all real quick?
Turn the lights down, turn the lights down
Turn the lights down, turn the lights down