Letra de Fightin' Stance

Yeah, big job buck up To the pocket of You know what Hot damn, hot damn 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 fightin' stance, ambiance Temper like a cyclone, baby In a fightin' stance, ambiance Temper like a cyclone, baby In a fightin' stance, ambiance Temper like a cyclone, baby In a fightin' stance, ambiance Whoopin' ass, knuckles brass Bitin' fire and chewin' glass Temper like a cyclone, baby Ambiance, in a fightin' stance in a fightin' stance in a fightin' stance Temper like a cyclone, baby In a fightin' stance, ambiance Temper like a cyclone, baby In a fightin' stance, ambiance Temper like a cyclone, baby In a fightin' stance, ambiance Whoopin' ass, knuckles brass Bitin' fire and chewin' glass Church bells ring, we all sing Everybody likes to wear a ring Church bells ring, we all sing Everybody likes to wear a ring Church bells ring, we all sing Everybody likes to wear a ring Whoopin' ass, knuckles brass Bitin' fire and chewin' glass Temper like a cyclone, baby And chewin' glass Temper like a cyclone, temper