Lyrics:
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
filled with speakers one stage, watch me kill it (uh, uh)
Knowledge should be taught from the cradle to the grave (uh)
Rhymin' opposition get it twist
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
Nowadays, niggas and bitches be fake and they show it
Until they get smoked like some potent
I was down bad by myself in the open, I got on bad time
No, I
they get scalded
I'm hot, like a skillet and grits, crush you to bits
When I look over the room, and then lower the boom, and
Think that they can
Let's mix it up, mix it up
Let's mix it up
I had a hard day, I need me a drink
Off to the party, I don't wanna think
Don't want no rocks
Verse 1
Can I Get It Hot Like A Skillet,
It's Burning In You Can You Feel It,
It's Prime In Your Ear Can You Hear It,
Get On The Floor It's Ok
side, it get hot, man
If you outside keep a Glock, then
I was traumatized by the shots, then
It was homicide, crossin' thoughts
Then, I was crossin' lines
older
That I be holy
Kicks to camp *** floatin' with Naught'
A boat and a yacht
Was all that I was hopin to rock
As a young kid stacked
As we get on the proceedings this evening
Ha-ha, it's Koopa nigga, it's Koopa nigga
Hey man switch styles man, stay switching styles
You know I
with my mom up to san rafael
Now I’m older I go there all by myself
But the cornbread mix is still not a hard sell
So wave that flag, ring that bell
And roughed up by a cop tryin' to get hooked up
I got a meal and I just sealed two more deals
And now I'm runnin' from the cops? This ain't real!
You see,
Buck, Steele, and Tek do
(F you!) Step to Rock man, listen you'll get lifted
Like my toilet seat when I'm pissin
[Starang]
You know that's why I blow wit
To a zombie as close as it gets
Niggas hobbyists , go get a grip
I cant fumble, I empty the clip
If I tumble I crumble the mix
I might have to start charging
and every sect we wreck, the crowd's electrified
Mystified, you get dissed, when you try, you die
Fish niggas, they get fried upon my skillet
I kill it,
the pills
Overdosing ain't an option
I just take it in small amounts
If you mix with liquor it can get toxic
Eyes red, foaming at the mouth
I'm steady
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
the pills and liquor 'til we black out
My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you
Engines from Russia
seabirding here below When rocks outsea froth
I'll know Hawaii
cracked up & scramble
up my doublelegged cliff
to the silt
And all you got to do is get in into the mix
If you need a fix
Come back baby
Rock and roll never forgets
Oh the bands still playing it loud and lean
And all you got to do is get in into the mix
If you need a fix
Come back baby
Rock and roll never forgets
Oh the bands still playing it loud and lean
tracks
Ear to ear I can't have 'cause the fear my peers defamed rap
Now we
Gotta get back to the music
Gotta give back to the youth this product
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