Lyrics:
the passes of Patrick Mahomes
Deep Like Chris Rock and Jelly Roll, Deep like the Godfather of Soul
Deep Like cugust Wilson's afro dramas
Deep Like the rich
Medium rare like Ruth's Chris
Told 12 ion know shit
My friends serve I got a dope clip
Been jugging since young G's
A lot of soldiers in the Humvees
Lyrics
been there it’s alright
Chaos rules your mind so does mine
Come on
Yeah!
Baby
Take my hand
Let’s hit rock bottom
Take my hand
Let’s hit rock bottom
Let’s
Hey Hey
My My
Mr. Young
Did we let Rock die
I'm looking for the cause
The reason Why
No suspects
No Alibi
Oh My
Guitar was replaced by
Autotune
a piece—Not a little, not none
Tell them kick rocks—non-stop
Me and you is hip-hop, baby girl lets Rock
As a young’n I just wouldn’t behave
But I was tryna make
yo
You ain't seen these kicks since like the fifth grade
Back when Bo Jackson and Ken Griffey played
On my 90's flow, nigga, Young OG shit
On my
to the party"
Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body rockin' MC
"welcome to the party"
Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body
jocks
Twenty dollars a knock, now your smokin' the rock
You started out topless, but tricks want the bottom
Then the rock man got 'em
Rolled you, sold
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock
You heard my man
He ain't on no commercial shit
The O.D.B.
It ain't the Young D.B.
It's the Ol' D.B.
That old shit
This
Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock
You heard my man
He ain't on no commercial shit
The ODB
It ain't the Young D.B.
It's the Ol' D.B.
That old shit
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
In da ghetto in da ghetto
The ghetto
In da ghetto in da ghetto
Now here's a 15 year old named Chris
A smart young man working hard for his shit
Most
You don't know my name
Dolces on my face
Girl just hold my drank
You gone know my name
Jay Baby, that's what I go by
Hit the J baby then you gone
that ain't enough that deal getting declined
My young bull Sixteen a wipe yo nose he baby slime
Out here with it everyday god can strike me if I'm lying
this the land of the free
From the bottom of the bottoms
There was nothing under me
Now the judge hang us with 100 years, used to hang us by a tree
the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest resturant
Buy you
One time for the dojo, one time for the bro-bros
Raise your cup let's get this going
Bottoms up one shot it, baby
Oh
Some one get me another
Re-up,
The nice clean kitchen table cloth the smart alec cajon boy well play the music
Well the Gulf it got a grassy bottom settin' where the rock is there
the these hoes Nintendo
Young broke ignorant
Young broke n***a shit
Young broke stealing shit
Young broke Infamous
N***as on that block
Milky rock yea they
But not on the low
I use to window shop
I feel like Chris Rock
I got a price on a boat
I ain't even wanna get money
Get me a bag and water my neck
what i did baby
Young nigga came so far
Ooooooooooo
I aint runna man no more yea im the boss nigga
Everybody round me winnin but we done lost niggas
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