Lyrics:
the store
Heat it mix the dope
I said heat it mix the dope
Niggas want peso
Yea yea yea
Only gettin older as the days go
Yea ya yea
Kill a nigga put his ass
the bass in the mix
You know what's next bitch
I'm sure to get rich
[Chorus]
Ha ha
I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw
Til my fuckin' casuct drops
Turn that shit off, man, what's wrong with you, man?
You know we got a party, man, get the other record
(Here we go)
One more time
It's
Turn that shit off, man, what's wrong with you, man?
You know we got a party, man, get the other record
(Here we go)
One more time
It's
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
Un-derwater, Un-der-derwater,
Go 'head bite his rhymes if you think that you oughtta
Hold your breath, MC's, my rhyme's underwater.
I tried to mix a cut from
traveling
To get my shot down
Uncontested on the haters
Tryna flock now
I pass the rock
Tell the judge I can't stop now
Ima hustla baby
Ain't no locks round
I
radio
Spin my jam when I'm cruisin' down the bario
Turn my audio up, create a party yo
(Hey DJ would you play my song)
And get ma rock get ma roll
Mix that
Drop and remix
We won't miss when we hit back
Zig zags
Get rolled up with that big paq
She like the way that I hit that
New position we can
this joint I act stingy
If you can't afford it
then really you feenin
Burn up some grabba
Then mix up the season
Add some moon rocks it's gone Have you
grew a hard Richard a Richard Mille seems stupid
I rather a milli and not a Milly rock but
Rock the cradle like you an infant
It's apparent my infantry
I be high but that happens all week
They been trynna get on my level like dragon ball Z
They kno i bring the pain and the flame like im roku
They
merchandise is a pair of socks
This pen is a tool that i use to connect the polka dots
Flow is unorthodox, tol ur granny to kick a rock
I don't give a fock, now
merchandise is a pair of socks
This pen is a tool that i use to connect the polka dots
Flow is unorthodox, tol ur granny to kick a rock
I don't give a fock, now
tell her cuz
I got two other girls tryna get my buzz
I mix it with the cuss and fuzz
Ask my cuz he know a lot
He just tryna play cuz he got that sauce
Bad Leroy Brown
Now I won't stop cause yo I'm Kid Rock
The Genuine Article
They don't want me
'Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done
guru off me with a crack head down his
Niggas blitzed by crack heads, I crack heads with my voters
Tryin' to get that tuna colder so I can stack up them
This one for all the niggas hating won't get you no closure
I keep a block on bitches who eyeing for my exposure
I'm like the super soldier but I
Smoke two and roll three
I call that shit my nite cap
Peep the swagg by the way I talk
I keep a bag see the way I walk
Most claim they you real
And say
""Ayyo fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car new estate Na fuck it get the beef
that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops that's moving through
Me and my soldiers know the rules
We use cakes to get by
you better lock your door
Five, six beatnuts in the mix
Seven, eight now let's get it straight
Nine, ten for everybody that slept
YOU better watch your
and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall
bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting
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