Lyrics:
'less them rose gold, yellow
Damn it's about to be a scene tonight
When we pull up in them things tonight
Yellow golden diamond rings tonight
Livin'
your eyes on the prize you got shit to do
Yeah u got shit to do
Keep yo eyes on the prize don't get it confused
They can smile in your face and still
damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord, with a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward
We be the crew that presents to the wicked instrumental
Damaging your mental from here to Sacramento
This here groove was made for vintage
j cruise wit' the 2's
To fix the damn fools dat think I'm slippin' wit' my juice
Breakin old habits so hard to do
Das why you see me on the same
So damn tough
So - damn - tough
Everywhere we go downtown or to a show
We have two necessities
Charlie Mack and our limo
He's feared by suckers
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
(";A loser!";)
I crack another brew, sit back and watch what niggaz do
Who threw that 2-you? I'm rollin the whole fuckin crew
One by one niggaz come
time of night
(Yeah)
Live my life just how I like
Mix the dirty wit the sprite (Shh)
If I do what I gotta do everything goin be ight
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah,
remorse is felt for all you loser crews
I do not care what you do, I always screw up
But when I do, it's nothing like you, I wish you grew up
You're
Of course, no remorse is felt for all you loser crews
I do not care what you do, I always screw up
But when I do, it's nothing like you, I wish you grew up
Whisperin in my ear, damn it sound lovely
I'm infactuated, we evacuated, now we at the crib
It's two for the money, thats the life I live
Kiss me, kiss
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
life
You're the only father that I ever new
Who's your daddy
Who's your daddy
As you live many years
Things take on a repeat
You're the only father that
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
a coupe
Making moves
Yeah I zoom, You gonna see me soon
You just mad that you can't do the things that I do
You tryna' get wit' the crew
You tryna' get yo'
this pain is by makin' more mills and takin' more souls
I'm bookin' visits for Stro like I'm bookin' visits for Blackz
I'm bookin' visits for LD, I'm
Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing
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
One night when my heart died fuck it go ahead stab me all u damn like
I did my thinking and crying in my past life now its class time!
I’m your
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
so I'd rather live my best life, nigguh
Damn right, Damn Right
Damn right, Damn right
Told them that we do this every day and every night
Damn right
rap crew
Talkin' 'bout "bars is back"
Man don't you know that's what
Everybody in battle rap do?
Stupid! Your raps suck, you the truth to who?
Against
the mix, runnin' for your life
Time to get home see somebody fool caught a
Straight to the dome
For no reason, death is still the season
Everybody's scared,
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