Lyrics:
makeup to break up
See the Jay cup fix the lil make up
That's them young gunnaz Chris and Lil Neefy
Wishin they was the one but Chris got lil kinky
Home
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 restaurant
Buy
snakes gotta keep that glocc
I got this shit off the pavement now everybody Hate on a young nigga like Chris Rock
Told the lil bitch we gon' vibe but you
a place to stay
On my way up from bottom rock
Bitches starting to jock
Cause my hair is getting longer
And games getting stronger
Uh....Youngunas...Chris and Neef...chia ....Uh
Its official state P representnas....Woo. .....Woo
DJ Enough...
Uh....Youngunas...Chris
to say it, burger flipping, birthed in 80s
Tryna be a 90s baby, thirty something tryna chase it
Tryna make it, rocks designer, kinda fakes it
Hates
shawty
Tell her what the young boy gone do
Damn them chicks wit you
Gotta be okay
Baby, pretty thick with that kick that sick
That need to be hit
Back to back, front to front, door to door
Everybody dance to the new sound rock and roll
Soul to soul. I bring it on down.
From the bottom
Scary
Scary at the top
Scary at the bottom too
Baby I can't rock
I cannot rock with you
Scary at the top
Scary at the bottom too
Baby I can't rock
I
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
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
I'm
to the party"
Well my name's Kid Rock, I'm a Capricorn
And Detroit City's where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body rockin' MC
I'm
This gon be the realist shit I ever wrote
You gonna probably have to run this back and take some notes
As a young'n it was etched in me
This child's
pass the thirty rock, and she shoot it
If I see a bag and they know I'm pursuing it
PC swiping I'm the only one doing it
Baby I'm a young finesser
Baby
The mothafuckin' Rock
So I let it freeze up
Eat the cake, got amazing cake
These bitches hatin', they throw rice by the case
I'm ridin' down Memory Lane
raised around devils since I was a baby
I was taught backseat, hop out, whack them all [FRTTT]
Wanna see how his mama nem raised em
He really ain't ah
is worth pearls
Let that hair down and bounce all dem curls
God's gift to earth was you my baby girl
To my young kings who look just like me
You better
Uh....Youngunas...Chris and Neef...chia ....Uh
Its official state P representnas....Woo. .....Woo
DJ Enough...
Uh....Youngunas...Chris
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
and please don't stop
'Cause I'm MC Spoonie Gee, want to hit the top
And young ladies, rock on
Say I was drivin' down the street on a stormy night
Say up
stop
Cause I'm mc Spoonie gee, wanna hit the top
And young ladies, rock on
Say I was drivin' down the street on a stormy night
Say up ahead there
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
tempt me
In the dark room all prayed out, I ain't never sat in no Bentley
Hustle hard in the alley way by Ms. Cita house I'm getting it
Wrecked my car
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