Lyrics:
started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't say nothing at first
I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20"
I said,
commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes
Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer, the survivalist
Represent the next
tryna come fess up some love
Da fuck is you saying ?
Augh...
Da fuck is you saying
Hook: backwood
Rolled up,
Chillin by my lonesome(days)
( by my
of misery
I have yet to see how
All our thoughts
Are weakened by
This dying world
Selfchosen ending
Come to pass on this last
Day of reckoning
Greet the end
get home, dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend,
and come BACK, won't nobody know it
Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin'
Hangin out the window, like it's "227"
Get 'em up high!
Get 'em up
come up like Guy, won't put my biz in the street
All I can say is that the jack made my life complete
Fifty-four thousand, the cash he left with
game problem
To see that issue as it comes up
On the map and calculate your future
Ruff rugged tha incredible one, Soopafly come wit tha bomb
A pound to brake a muthafucka down
Surrounded, by subliminal thoughts to keep me
To lay down one's life for one's friends. The greatest, ultimate sacrifice of God Shows a love that never ends. Offering up himself for love, He said
woman)
Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!!
(reporter)
There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear
(expert)
Now the principal language
the hell
I'm a Jedi, come on outside, let's go explore
I ain't no fella who'll treat you right
I'm so happy you're still alive
I'm by your side
You can call
re-election they will sell their souls
Nuclear supremacy is the ultimate thrill
So our tax we pay is paid for overkill
...................... up to the skies
re-election they will sell their souls
Nuclear supremacy is the ultimate thrill
So our tax we pay is paid for overkill
...................... up to the skies
Waco, Texas
I might possess flesh but I'm ethereal, baby
And I drink by myself, think by myself
But when it's time for war, goddamn we man up
Then we give
drink brews
Every bitch comes in twos
Don't mix shit like pro tools
We smoke dope in the stu
You say you know me but I do not know you
Dynamic duo like
Haagen-Dazs
Now the ladies lookin
Like ooo la la
How I move right through like that
Come right through. I need my stacks
Spend that loot then get right back
dee dee da dee day
KRS, son come'll back most every day
You have got to understand that we don't play
Throw your hands up if you like
The way it's goin
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
a champagne flute
And by the end of the night
I'll have a new tattoo
Watch me rap on beat in the Florida heat
'Cause I'm the star of the show
Oh, shut up Pete
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
Jo
The come up 'gone be caught in 4K watch it slow when I go pro
I got a short leash and shorter fuse
For cheese, I order two
More peace and fortitude
come here"
Or the ultimate irony, a guy with a voice box pulling up to the drive
Through window at Mcdonald's, that has to suck, huh?
"Can I help you?",
[Bridge]
Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move
You can tell by the way I'm smooth (I'm smooth)
But at the same time actin a fool (actin
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