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Welcome 2 the Party (Ode 2 the Old School)

Kid Rock

Devil Without a Cause

1998

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

grab my hands we can get low
So bad at romance I'm a freak hoe
Don't this do this to me
Ex out my life I don't do this for free
Come by tonight for

a grave
You're not safe, mess around, I'll spray
Lotus flowers layed on the ground
For your fateful day
She a groupie hoe
More money coming by the second
My

Like a summer time party cause a summer time party don't stop
Ain't no party like a summer time party cause a summer time party don't stop
Summer

going all out
And that's word to my niece

Spoil my plans
I don't think so man
Be'cause you just get juked by the slip of the hand
Word to abnormal live

to party
Tired of the games man
(Tired of the games man)
I wan drink and fete get soaking wet
So don't come play round meh
(Yea Yea Yea Yea)

We ready and my

people
Brother you don’t want no beef with my section
You don’t don’t want no beef with my brethren's
I heard you want beef with my army
But you ain’t

the style ukidance oh Mama
Tom on the strings like Carlos Santana
Late night Sesh tuko shamba la Wanyama
East African party vibes zimetamba, Ah
East African

show your bitch astronomy (Carlo Carlo)
Put my dick in her biology (Yuh)
Getting money so don't bother me (Cash)
Getting money so don't bother me (Cash)

I saw you last night
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
I saw you last night
We don't play
We don't play
By the rules
By the rules
No no no we

more it’s the city by the beach
Because we party till we party no more
It’s the city by the beach central coast stand up my brother
Party till we party

sheets with a sweet summer smell
Oh I hate that its you whos the love of my life

And how you never serious but you want me to stay
Your shorty by night,

I only need Jesus Christ to hold me down
Look at me now,  I done came a long way since I left my home town
Now I like to party just ask me to get it

Savage, yeah, sweet
You know what I'm sayin'
You don't know until you know
Ya know
We hit the party just flicking up taking pictures
Catch you

Hour glass got it flipped time expirin' (time expirin')
We don't play by the rules, play it mildly (play it mildly) 
Me and all of my niggas we violate

yelling
I burn down ya dwelling
Game so gold that it's measured in Kelvins
I dance like Elvis wita gun by my pelvis
So don't be jealous
Of me and my fellas

The ninja of lust
My tattoos embody my words and my trust
Mask of Athanasia covered in rust

Hahaha so you wanna come for me?
Don't you know who I am?
Don

talking to these voices in my head
Why can't you just talk instead?

Party by myself I'm at the party by myself
Party by myself I don't need nobody else

with the goons
Those are my brethren those my Elevens
Enjoy what you got cuz it's gone in a second 
When I die bury me with my possessions
Wear glitter

Them ma, see my people high then ma hireh!
Whom non wanna again, whom non wanna again, whom non wanna again.
Na to see, that we move to the party

yAAAAAAH!

Pullin’ Up With A MAC-11
It’s Gon Send Yo Ass To Heaven (BITCH)
Gettin’ Off By Bullets Sendin
That’s What You Get For
Talkin On My Brethren
Pullin’

get to steppin'
Fuck a 9-5
This is 24 7
Take a dub as a progression
Take a loss and learn the lesson
I don't play with none of my professions
If I ain't

Earl That's Yo' Life

E-40

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire

1999

ring, princess cut
Carats on, around my neck

Lookin' like some clones, be at yo' best
We don't play checkers no more, we play chess
One trey tri trey