Fightin` Stance Lyrics

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