new Benzo Hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo Put the bass in your face, you can feel the tempo Yela's in your face, grab a stencil You
whole click caked up, you can't compare the dough An' if it's only one bitch, then we gon' share the ho If you my nigga, you my nigga til the end Fuck
can smell a pig from a mile away Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me 'Tex' Rollin' sunset woman with a bottle of Becks Seen a slimy in a 'Vette, rolled
on Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones Yeah, count that work like a paycheck Niggas couldn't play The Game in a tape-deck A boss never touch work if it ain't
Tracks who you spittin on, rap till we get it on And don't let nobody with the power to sign Ever tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme They used
late night cookin ki's in the kitchen, give me nine ounces let me get up on a mission make my damn green so I can be like you, We just in this bitch chillin
you out, Keep it keep it in the circle, out the head out the mouth. You don't want a dogfight, bights and scars, Slice ??? you won't like the odds.
up, turn it up The headphones, turn it up Yo, you hear me? (Yeah, whut up Toney?) W'sup Don' Don' (All the way up) You know how we do (Let's get this paper together) You
If Mary dropped my baby girl, tonight I would name her Rock 'N' Roll I would name her Rock 'N' Roll I would name her Rock 'N' Roll, yeah I would name it Rock
accordin to me The capital-h-the-o-the-t, the-d-the-o-the-g Rockin, heavenly hype and ? ? steadily When I come in to rock'n'roll, I'm sure you will agree
of us cats ain't playin' right, I let you tell it People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
y'all gorilla looks I don't fear those Cause I go thirty-two rounds like a Tech with air holes So t-knock your z-rocks you can't rap with me Cause
Times are changin' Talk about it More so each year, But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here. So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if ya me yawn
me, cause that's what they gon pay me Pimpin ain't dead baby, just ask MJG [MJG] Who be I? MJG, he be me! But if I was he, and you was I, who would
birds but "Mums" the word Word, word man bird gang I thought you heard Mayne But hold on Holmes, I be rollin' stones Rocked up like a rollin' stone
' problems but K-cutter be the problem solver, if I Sell you a book nigga stick it 'Cause for every you check you slippin' they can call me flipper I