kinda early Look, ya thick her hair brown and curly She love the way my red shinin' pearly City boys say she fine a pretty In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty' My
'd better stay on the porch In Minnesota, Virginia Beach Wisconsin, I got freaks Atlanta, Little Rock Louisville, it don't stop Kansas City, Missouri I rock
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job She licked my dick, up and down
I told you why I?m a mack, so get back I put my tape in the deck in my Cadillac And as my ride goes on definitely I speak each word loud as can be I
, straight up and not false This is the kind you dance to, and not on 8-Ball Plenty of bass, the beat, and the rhyme That my homeboy Mr. Mixx carefully
say it Bring that pussy over here, here, fellas say it Bring that pussy over here, here, oh shit She danced on the table, I poured with sweat Put my hand in my
A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu-pu-fuckin' puffs bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips
Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this f-cking kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn one to two now my kilo's got a
, I got chrome and paint? Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint? Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint (Street lights) Dance on paint (Street lights) Dance
shade would I be? Would I be Redneck or Skinhead, prepi or high class? YOU PROBABLY LIVE IN A TRAILERPARK AND BE WHITE TRASH! In any case that be L
white? What shade would I be? Would I be redneck or skinhead Preppy or high class? You'd probably live in a trailerpark And be white trash In any case that be
stoppin' my ladies from club hoppin' gets my rock on From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint Booty shakin' with the glass in my left one Right hand
's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight And the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and rock 'n' roll station And a rock
and meet me tonight down on Bluebird Street I've been working all week, I'm up to my neck in hock Come Saturday night I let my ramrod rock She's
Rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa) You got to rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa, whoa) Rock it fast, rock it slow (c'mon, yeah) You gon' rock it fast, rock
just V.I., to handle my B.I When with my A-Alikes we see with three eyes Yo Kweli I agree I, was thinkin the same thing myself Smog in the city ain'
with Baby gotta eat, you betta get right Magic City Monday, that's the crunk night That Patron, yeah, that nigga gut shiverin' Sight for sore eyes, these hoes be
wat u workin with Baby gotta eat You better get right Magic City, Monday, thats the crunk night That Petrone get a nigga gut shiverin Sight for sore eyes these hoes be