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Smoked a blunt, made a mistake, went on an 80K shopping spree (damn)
Fur coats in the winter time, you know it's drop-tops in the spring
Uh, yeah, uh,
warrants
Armed and considered skanless
I'll run 'em in for questoning
"Damn Mr. Officer, you know who you're fucking with?"
Threw on a beanie, 'bout
blunts then our lungs can take
continue to hate and catch two A.K. shells to your face
Ain't got no time to waste so playa stay away from our place
I'm a fool wit laying pipe plus she know I'm good,
I got a spot for the yay Uncle Pete keep the K's,
Auntie Shirley got the money if they rush then we
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
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
Mei Ling is a home run too
Said I shouldn't wait or get fucked by two
A threesome, a just set my mood
Play me like I'm dumb, I'ma spill my juice
the fuck did he get his damn raps from
"I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed"
I'm low down and I'm shifty!
And if you hear a man that sounds like me
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let's go)
Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
And they
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
the office countin' numbers (tell 'em)
Don't ever judge a book by the cover
Bitch, judge a cook by how it bubble (stove)
Yeah, yeah (oh)
Pagin'
what
We got that fire
We got that good green grass
We got that fire
We got that good green grass
We got that fire
We got that good green grass
We got
playing hard to get
Bet if you had a "K" behind yo followers, she'll be willing to ride ya dick
Damn shorty, is that the norm
Can you count on your fingers
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
to second guess it
I keep my circle small, like a stamina bar on 2k
Stealing my last year sound dawg it's a new day
But the show goes on nigga, like I'm Lupe
it’s Mr Mere
Two double one six repping here
When he gets too chatty and I grab that addy
Let him know what’s good cause we’re always here
Back that shit
[Mr. Serv-On]
Fuck this shit man
I'm tired of being broke
Fuck this, I ain't never had a damn thing ya know what I'm sayin?
It's time I let my
of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's
God damn, now lick my balls, oh shit
You like that?
Put 'em off
Is it good?
Ouch, shit, godamn bitch you bit' my damn
Shit I said suck
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
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