Sangtekst: Twista. Adrenaline Rush 2007. Wrist Stay Rocky.

N-n-nonstop
My wrist and my wrist and my wrist and my wrist

And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone
And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone
And, and my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone
And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone

I keep two toned stones sittin' in my low
Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low
Keep two toned stone, two, two toned stone
Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low and my

People they ask me, "Twista, how you keep yo' style young?"
Rocks on my wrist make me feel like the Italian Stallion
I don't do much but every piece cost at least five digits
Just use it as inspiration and say, "He got it so I gotta get it"

If a heffer got a fatty then I gotta hit it
If it's princess cut then I gotta get it
Handcuffs on the wrists, ain't nobody out here fuckin' with Twist'
I be flowin' so you gotta feel it

But let me slow it back up
So you can hear what I'm spittin'
They call me Cocky Balboa
I'm Rocky, come and look at how I glisten

Even without it my aura make me get my shine on
It's just a reward to myself for gettin' my grind on
Got different rocks in the Jacob for every time zone
In the club boxin' with boulders call me Sly Stone

Wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone
And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone
And, and my wrist stay Rocky, wrist, wrist stay Rocky
And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone

I keep two toned stones, two, two toned stone
Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low
Keep two toned stone, two, two toned stone
Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low and my

People tell me, "Twista we love you but why you act so cocky?"
My swagger up in these stones got me feelin' like Rocky
When I pull up to the party in the all white Maserati
It feels so good when I know
That I got 'em diamonds that'll fuck up everybody's

Don't hate 'cause I got that there, don't trip on how I do it dude
Different color rocks on every side of the Rubik's Cube
My jewelry's screamin' loud, so I stay cool and mellow
How many colors you got in that watch?
Black and white and blue and yellow

Hundred karats on the iPod, hundred karats on the Gucci link
In the club talkin' shit like I don't know that my dookie stink
White tee or the fuchsia mink, dependin' on the weather
You wanna take it or compete with me
Then we can do whatever 'cause my

Wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone
And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone
And, and my wrist stay Rocky, wrist, wrist stay Rocky
And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone

I keep two toned stones, two, two toned stone
Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low
Keep two toned stone, two, two toned stone
Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low and my

V.I.P., colorful diamonds and a gold chain
It's a motherfuckin' shame how my earlobes hang
From them knockers and a bracelet
On my wrist flick, flick, flick, flick, flick

Watch so cold, they say they lookin' at the time
On the wrist tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
It's the reason I could pull up on a thick chick
So fine and her ass so thick thick

I told her, "Let me be your manager
On the red carpet while the camera flick, flick, flick
I could put some diamonds on them arms and have you lookin' better"
She looked at me like Elena, pulled her sleeves back and said her

Wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone
And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone
And, and my wrist stay Rocky, wrist, wrist stay Rocky
And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone

I keep two toned stones, two, two toned stone
Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low
Keep two toned stone, two, two toned stone
Keep two toned stones sittin' in my low