Lyrics:
biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
When I
comin' with all the smoke, like some cellophane
No sinnin', stay winnin', like a cellophane
Keep laws, water wall, like a precinct
We don't hang
son Bamm-Bamm
Told me have a seat, sit, eat, and talk
They served Brontosaurus Burgers but I don't eat pork
Then we dipped in the car
Bounced
the master's lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one
You wanna test with the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off
We
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it up, Baby Bubba!
Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang
Rock â?? Rock (11x)
I know you don't really want me to make it
I know you hate the fact that I'm so fly
And I see you like what you see and want
me, nigga
I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like—want you
them Black Eyed Peas
Kids say 'That's the jam'
Beatnuts baby back by popular demand
Drop another jam sock you and your man
If you don't know by now, BLAM
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just like a shadow in
hands clap, toes tap
And crossin' cultural and generation age gaps
Never can you fade that
We make your body like rock to this (Naughty)
Everybody's
Boogie Banger, Krayzie Drayzie, word up
Yeah yeah, rock-rock on
Hit Squad world supremacy, kid
Whattup? , rock-rock on, yeah
Rock-rock on, keep
enticed by the way you rock them hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all them tricks, that's what's up
I like that **** a lot, come and holla at a thug
A-town's
the woman taste me
Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilin' in Miami
We got a bunch of bitches, we pile 'em in the Phantom
They follow us to mansion, but I
kid, we Royal Rumble
Telling us that Raw is War, what the hell you think we came for?
Just to play with these whips and chainsaws? And sharp glass
I'll
the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just like a shadow in
they was sellin' izm
Words by Phil be a leader not a follwa
Don't let the masses of technolgy swallow ya
La-d da-d we all likes to party
I'm
we rock our blues away
And if Santa don't bring us a single thing by the rocking break of day
We're going to knock-knock-knock down Santa's door
They ain't hot like us,
Fuck a hook ain't nobody gonna rock like us
You on the gram, aint on the block like us
Aye, homie got a glizzy, but won't pop
frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that
frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that
meals kosher on this flight
Don't want no swine in my sight
[GS] Aiyyo God, everything's straight
The kid's sendin a limo, to meet us
bout,
What the fuck are these fuck niggas talkin bout,
See that life that you live aint worth talkin bout,
They be rockin Celine just to rock wit us,
They
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