Fightin' Stance

Fightin' Stance Lyrics

Yeah, big job buck up -
To the pocket of you know what,
hot Damn,
hot Damn,
hot damn my man,
hot damn,
ready to win,
money in my pocket,
wearin' a grin,
lots of flocks on the rocks,
wearing boots without socks,
whoopin' ass,
knuckles brass,
bitin fire and chewin glass,
whoopin' ass,
knuckles brass,
bitin fire and chewin glass,
Temper like a cyclone, baby,
in a fighin' stance, ambiance...
church bells ring we all sing,
everybody likes to wear a ring...
temper like a cyclone. temper