O.K. Having never heard a single word That you just chose to say Too Much Information And I said I don't read reviews Because they just give me
R.O.K. Out Of The E. And You Are Like A Dree The Boo-Why Tribe In The Place To Be So What My Man, The King ADRock Gettin' Funky With The Rhymin That Just
how to look it, Rock's in tha band like OH GOD, MY GOODNESS, I'ma tell em bout you, Tell em bout we, Well let's tell em on two, Tell em on three, Let'
"He's gonna be the next big hot hillbilly" Well, his record went to number one And the good ole boy went crazy He hired a band, then fired a band He
them smokers, they keeping it moving I know Cubans that knows O's And when I ask for it, they send it by the boat load Weezy Wee, I think it's a wrap And when you need me, you know where to find me
yall, good good god We elevate yall, good good god We elevate yall, good good god We elevate yall, good good god We elevate yall, good good god We elevate yall, good good
see me on the block holding If you see me rolling by Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me) If you see me in the streets rolling If you
just a lil somthin to get her from A to B, i got nowhere to go come stay with me. with a niece and a nephew that love me to death, my little brother nick
't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes Some smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at times But he don't know my autograph's on his wife's behind
Yo I'm from L I fella, vision had you tune into my figgida Figgida microphone and mobile Holding mic's is so while I be just day dreaming Drop for like
league and there's famous people?d like to write with me and the beer at the black dog?s usually free the whole damn world?s an oyster to me and
a dream Hard workin' people Just don't know what it means To give up people They're just like they used to be Patch o' ground people Out on the railroad
guns and a few good men Shotti, stay like scarface wid a key to shoot somebody Come get me, my fingers dipsy, Who's coming whippy, I'm a yippy First enemy who's
the deflate Grams the O's, slabs to whole one's da flake A young nigga holdin' big face foldin' Pimps are known for catchin' runaways A good hustler's
sayin' Fuck me baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long Fuck me baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me baby Fuck me baby,
'm just not into it It's not you, it's not you It's your tunes I don't like your band I don't like your band I don't like your band I don't like your
here! Where's the bloody man? One more for the road! Thenardier, one more slug o' gin. Just one more, or my old man is gonna do me in. [Thenardier greets
York, at the Bowery getting down With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown My first time touring with a live band Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand I just