Lyrics:
Hahaha, uh
See, to live is to suffer
But to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love Life Live
Come play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream
Rock
momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
She's a three toed stank ass cross-eyed bitch!
Kid Rock... check it,
lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and Peed on
Chorus
sleep
I’m the sweat on your face complaining you can’t breathe
Call me the Grim Reaper a savage a soul keeper
Rather chill by myself then rock with
live by every word
Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard
(Forget everything)
And there's three, count 'em three
Children
live on my own
I'mma get to the point, blank shot, Al Capone
I ain't friends with snakes, I'm an executive producer
Wait for them to talk and then I rock
to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by 3
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]
stunting
But never stunting me
Forever speaking facts
Thats the theme
Greatness by any means
I was Always stunting
They never catching up to me
3 peat
Live a rockstar lifestyle
I don't want to hurt you
Yeah I'm gone bring the block out
Ugh your boys bring the cops out
I told
Momma
ima rock out
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
me
Konvict music
Have every boy like ohh wee
I know the club close at 3
What's the chance a you rollin with me
Back to the crib
Show you how I live
over bagpipes
Say I won't talk about that price
To know Christ and live life like every night my last night
'Bout to switch up the program
I rock
a shadow of a doubt
He lives forever so sing
(3) Sing a joyful song
Sing a joy..........
(5) Selah
My, songs and praises
Will never no, no, no
Turn
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
He's got a US flag on his front porch to remind everyone where he lives
And up in the attic there are papers that prove the old house is finally his
Aye
They don't talk like me
Ayy, nigga, fuck a M-V-P, I'm the M-V-ME
I live my life like Calboy, why they envy me
Stay with the presidents on me
a live
Cause this the life that I chose
Five four three two one
Blast off
Racing foreign cars like I applied for Nascar
Cut off everything old just
Transmitting live via satellite
(uh, yeah... who we be) hah
The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and)
to the three's, to the four's,
would go away
Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with
would go away
Start a day, bad hands make it hard to deal
Sometimes I wanna pull it, end it all with a bullet
Hard to live life to the fullest with
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