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- He hung up so fast I had to press redial
All I heard was a female voice say smile
The email said I hd to be in town by eight
The clock on the wall
take our dignity
In the mix like chemistry
We look at shit differently(4)
In the mix like chemistry
Married to the money while I’m married that’s like
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "Hey, love" all the honies 'cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother,
came across all these little ppl lil ppl right infront of me
they looked up at me and sed hey mr r u tall
i sed yes im tall but hu r u wierd little
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
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
mud[00:26.72]I'm a stud you a bluff[00:27.60]Yeah my blood is too tough[00:28.42]Yeah you played yo lil game[00:29.24]But still I got control[00:30.17]I get faded
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
connoisseur
Sit back and watch how lil Beezzle do you
Make you pop it low pop it low
I want to see you shake it then twerk baby pop some more
And then I'm a let
If I wanna cop this lil chick should we be like poles or opposite I'm stuck in a ditch
[VERSE 1]
They say one day you run outta lyrics to write
But
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
don't know what I know dawg
Feds on my case like, hold on don't cooperate, just don't dawg,
Trust fate I'ma keep a low profile
Don't conversate, I don't
(Ayy, 1Saused, run in up, boy)
(Ayo, Kjay, made that shit again)
4T a never be another, I'm clutching, on my cutter
I'm at odds with my lil' bro,
twisted
Take another swig
Yeah im sippin and im leanin
The whole hood love me
Yeah my name holds weight
Mr. officer
Can you give me a break
Verse 1
I'm Losing Control
But, I can't get a hold
I'm Losing Control
But, I can't get a hold
Mr. Prince take a seat
Let's get straight to it
I've been
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "Hey, love" all the honies 'cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother,
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
gotta play, lil' baby, I know the game
We keepin' it on the low, but it's somethin' that you should know
I called your phone, baby, pick up
It's more than
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
Another day that I live
Another day that I live
Another day that I live
Walking with the mix vibin' till we see the sunset sunset
Another day that I
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
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