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W All the way live
From the cornfields of Romeo Michigan Detroit rock city 2 double 0 3 and 4 The early mornin' stoned mother fuckin' Cowboy Here we go Kid mother fuckin' rock Ho what you know I got them bitches and then ritches And that old school flow Big nuts and such you cant eve front I got it all bitch So what you, what you, what you want I can do it better than Jordan Playin' ball at 22 Quicker than Rod Carew Sicker than Motley Crew Who Yeah mother fucker The Who too Beatles, Stones, The Ramones, Trick and U2 The funky country rock soul singin' MC Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC I got the breaks to shake The whole United States Earthquakes couldn't recreate my shake No fake, no makeup, who relates Check these rhymes mother fucker They all first takes No fuckin' around I put it down Pop this shit But don't pop it in my home town 'Cause I throw down motown sounds Shit, the motorcity Ain't nothin' to fuck with I'm the flyest Theres none flyer I'm the highest Theres none higher I spit truth I've never been a liar And I Won't stop rockin' till I retire Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC |
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| 4:32 |
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And I've set up and tore down
this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans girls money and fame I played their game And As they scream my name I will show no shame I live and die for this And if I come off soft Then chew on this Are you scared Devil without a cause And Im back with the beaver hats And Ben Davis slacks 30 pack of Strohs 30 pack of hoes No rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one I'm the living proof With the gift of gab From the city and true I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics backs And I did not studder when I said that I'm goin' platnum Sellin' rhymes I went platinum Seven times And still they ill They wanna see us fry I guess because only god knows why Why why why why Ohhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at And say hey hey I'm givin it back So say hey hey Show me some metal And say Hey hey hey hey Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cut Fuck all y'all I like AC DC and ZZ Top Bocephus Beasties and the kings of rock Skynard Segar Limp Korn the Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa Pass that bottle around Got the rock from Detroit Soul from Motown The underground stoned fuckin Pimp We trash the mack and slap back the wack Never gave away I dont play with ass But watch me rock with Liberachie flashed Punk rock's a clash Boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash Flash flash flash flash ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at And say hey hey I'm givin it back So say hey hey Show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey Uh uh uh cut Yeah I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker You just can't fuck with I'm an American bad ass Watch me kick You can roll with rock Or you can suck my dick I'm a porno flick I'm like amazing grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's After i rock this place Super fly Livin double wide Side car my glide So Joe C can ride Full sack to share Bringin flash and flare Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air Snakeskin suits 65 Chevelle's See me ride in sin Hear the rebel yell I won't live to tell So if you do Give the next generation a big fuck you Who knew I'd blow up like Oklaholma So fuck highschool I pissed on my daploma Smell the aroma Check my hits I know it stinks in here Cause im the shit shit shit shit shit Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where you're at Say hey hey I'm givin' it back so say Hey hey Show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey I'm a cowboy Bad ass in black Singin' Hey hey hey hey From side to side From front to back Say hey hey hey hey I put Detroit city back on the map And singin' Hey hey hey hey Kid Rock's in the house And thats where Im at |
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| 6:39 |
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Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back filled with spite staying high as a kite I was dealin and stealin everything in sight pool hustling trying to make that green I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13 working like a bitch like a god damn tank some disagree because me rents had bank but all that's gold non't always glitter so I'll take another puff from my one hitter I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme blow all my cash on cheap women and wine cause money, money, money ain't shit to me but I gotta make a lot just to be free Please God Please I'll pay any cost If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off there's too much hardship there's too much pain there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride but parasites can't fake the Rock and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot cause I hold key to my own success and suckers that step shall be put to rest yes, I hold the key to my own success and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest, so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter. not a generic dime a dozen M.C. never was in a posse never wanted to be now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign all this talk their gonna drop the bomb, but life keeps going on and on and on and on the world's end don't worry me and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin fussin with the girls they waste my time thrashin and bashin going out of my mind crucified by the critics everyday cause I ain't really got that much to say I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time I live my life just like the skipper but only at night because I'm a day tripper twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack but still life goes on visions of red shoot through my head and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead. |
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| 4. |
| 4:43 |
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Kid Rock and i got all the hoes 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, fuck me till the break of dawn" and while your out gang bangin tring to catch a murder case your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face bumpin to the base of some old school rap jam this aint tennis, but yo i'll use my backhand on any grown man that tries to check Rock i wanna head back, i gotta hip hop. cause i'm gonna stick with what got me paid lickin that coochie with the high top fade i'm self made like Henry Ford i'm on this mic. but it feels like i been here before. i want more than the next man resepct, plus to cash big checks and mack on hoes like Ruddy Ray cause to reach around just sounds so gay i dont even swing that way i told you hoes before i'm the K I to the D R O C Kin, rhymes sayin, guitar playin turntable spinnin at a baseent jam no fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand what it's like to be so real you got the beats and the rhymes, but you aint got no feel i dont need the fancy music to make mine just the beat and the funky ass base line drop a couple cuts on the track 8 tracks to the mother fuckin wack so while your making record that dont recoup i'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop yeah Kid Rock and i got all the hoes 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, fuck me till the break of dawn" i want my khakis washed, starched, and creased i want an order of fries with a side of greese i wish for peace throughout this land i want the whole fuckin world in my hands i want a band like the US Funk Mob see i can rap i dont hafta lay side just to make ends meet October 31st yellin Trick-or-Treat (boy aren't you a little old to be trickin) you see my mask and bag bitch, i aint bullshittin hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub i'm kinda anial , cause i aint no fuckin slob i'm the cradle that's able to rock any format but still i'm labeled and treated like a doormat where's the whores at? Westside hoes like cars, so i ride em for a test drive i'm like a pringle, i wont go soft. i got a new jingle, i'm about to go off hey ho, check it out, i really like to turn you out. and if you be good to me, i'll yoodle in your valley Kid Rock aint nothing nice got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice got a head full of lice cause i'm such a scum got a pocket full of money, but i'm dressed like a bum got a business mind, so if i loose the funk, i'll still be in the house gettin paid like Trump ha ha ha, yeah uhh, uhh Kid Rock and i got all the hoes 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, fuck me till the break of dawn ohhhhhhh yeah come on comew on ababy all night long fuck me baby, fuck me baby come on, come on, come on fuck me baby, love me baby yeah oh come on pretty baby, all night long fuck me baby, come on fuck me baby come on and do me daddy, all night long umm, oh yeah |
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| 5. |
| 7:14 |
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This is the true story about mackin')
Times are changing, more so each year But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if you hear me yell, just drop that top And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test Sucess, never fessed take a guess I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp Straight limpin boones from drinkin At the party big booty pinchin Chillin, like a villian Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin, the find hoe drillin' With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain Been gone too long, too much cocaine But now that Im back on the block, I'm ready to rock Left to right, all night, my games tight I wish you might take a bite Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the harvest. Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town Top Dog get down Radio wont play me But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks Kid Rock be comin with the "boom boom boom" biatch Im from the six biatch straight from the R-O "Kid Rock, I aint not bitch" Oh yes you are hoe So quit frontin like ya dont know When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino Get a good look, bro, get a good gander Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser Spreadin like a cancer, a virus Now your lookin really gay Like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus I'm the highest emcee of all time Got my mind on the D, and the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes cant see Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV I be what they call an O G bitch I'm the mother fuckin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Say what One time for your mother Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss Got the money green cutty with the high pro gloss A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch. The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I dont be givin' a fuck Who the hell can rap better then me Cause I'm a true fuckin player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P Is for pimpin, early mornin' stoned pimpin I been down, been around from the bottom to the top Partyin' down with the slimmy's, and the cities that I rock So a oh baby baby baby let me love ya If you wanna get your freak on I just fuck ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh Bitch, shit, I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Hey hey hey yeah yeah Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands up high hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all Just throw your hands up high lets rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all I'm Joe C bitch Let me get them digits I might be a little small hoe But I aint no God damn midget So stick it up your ass where the sun dont shine I'm verticly challenged, your verticly blind I'm 3 foot 9. it's 10 foot long I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong I can flow on like all night long Till the break of dawn Till the early morn I'm a thorn in your side Can you feel me stickin 80 pills a day bitch, I aint bullshittin So groove baby groove baby call your momma I'm like Charlie Hooker girl I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama Eith the boogie drama yeah With the boogie drama oh yeah Ridin around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good. With the boogie, drama yeah Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine. Playin the radio you look so fine. With the boogie, drama With the boogie, drama Well well well baby Let's get funkie, that's my job Punchin 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12 Day in and day out, let's get funky Come on everybody With the boogie drama |
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| 6. |
| 4:56 |
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Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it therrreee I never went to college, I ain't got no skills I got hair to my shoulders and a bottle of pills I got bills stacked up like a turkey club I blew my last dime drinkin at the local pub I am not sunshine I am dark and grey For this life of sins I live, each day I pay I am not Jesus But I died in vain Only to relive each day I'll pay Unlike me, you're gonna run away Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it therrrreeee Rock, rock y'all (Rock y'all) To the beat y'all (Ah, to the beat y'all) Check it out y'all (Check it out y'all) You cant stop y'all (You can't stop y'all) Rock, rock y'all (Rock y'all) To the beat y'all (Ah, to the beat y'all) Check it out y'all (Check it out y'all) You come alive y'all (Alive y'all) Come on I never felt at home, although I grew up loved I got a junkies mind in a ramblin man's blood Got a flood full of thoughts that's caught in a dam Somedays I'm gone, but that's where I am I'm fit to slip another rippin rhyme I'm so ahead of the game, I feel left behind Another dime to boost, I got boots of lead Hope I live to see this virus spread I am not sunshine I am dark and grey For this life of sins I live Each day I pay I am not Jesus But I died in vain Only to relive each day I pay Unlike me, you're gonna run away Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it there Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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| 3:57 |
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I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin but a funky country hick But I still get down with a sound that pumps And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump Never been questioned by the F.B.I Although I've tried every method just to get high L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on Down to the muther fuckin A.M. As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come On, Come On What's My Name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Sing that shit Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Uhh I said what's my name? Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Now break it down like this 3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in Half off the wagon with my feet draggin Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho So count my props you can't get with me And fuck all u cops u ain't shit to me But hoes with guns playin hard for fun So stay off my dick because I ain't the one For anyone tryin to bust And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine Now tell me what's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come on bitch What's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come on, come on Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Uhh I said what's my name Kid Rock |
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| 4:30 |
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My veins are poppin from this love inside
I just can't let it out This pipe and these needles are my only guide They've got me on the wrong route What is my life about Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen Dreamin' like a lonely child I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too Man I wish you could see them too Oh Lord Oh Lord Man I wish that you could see them too Man I wish that you could see them too So can I come to see you sometime Cause I been missin you I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine I'm feeling oh so young But still I must die to get to you And if I do I wonder how just you will see me And implicate the things I've done I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen I'll see you soon Now where's my gun Oh Lord Oh Lord Oh Lord Wheres my gun Oh wheres my gun Oh Lord Wheres my gun Oh Lord My gun Let me open your eyes Let me see who you are I am you, you are me We are a part of The second coming of christ It's God himself in a jar Yeah...yeah Yeah...yeah Let me open your eyes Let me see who you are I am you, you are me We are a part of The second coming of christ Its god himself in a jar Yeahhhh Heyyyyyyy You got me, sad and lonely When I'm me...me You know you make me so lonely I am so alone And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry |
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| 9. |
| 5:29 |
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Cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the clem With some friends George and Jay We was a funky fresh crew when i DJ'ed But what a shock it was to be on the set Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects No regrets cause I learned alot And I earned alot in the parking lot Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rocks You can call me that little white kid Who could rock on the two turntables And that aint no fable Watchin Eddie Murphie, instead of Clark Gable My whole lifestyle switched Hoss Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash But I could never wait for them weekends to come Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Boom, boom, the basement On the turntables fuckin it up, in Dukes basement Boomtime productions, who kept the jam jumpin Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin And get some love back to those that loved me 206 Court street, and my second mom Tracy, little Keesha, and Cole My mellow boe, and my homegirl Flo Doc Ralph C used to buy me some But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club Tom, Rich, and Mike Shafer used to give me rides And buy me groceries when I didnt have no papers And Im grateful for this Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss Making demos my old four track Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back, back in the time (3x) Got kicked out again for bein fly Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli An' they greeted me like brothers R-I-P to the coolass mothers An my brother din dada For the homies that aint here I still gotta lot of love I wanna go back, way back To change things and bring y'all back I pour a tear out for y'all Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul Life brings alot of tragedy I look around at times and its so sad to see A wasted life, or a broken home But all I can do is take care of my own I feel so alone like a stranger And sometimes I express my love through my anger And I lost alot of friends for this Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest Katie C, and Chris And the rest of the beach crew I aint sayin that i'm wrong, but I still got love for you Cause I remember how it used to be Make way motherfuckers beach crew's in the party To the right to the left Me Black Man, and Funk Daddy, Deaf Steph And sometimes i feel blessed for sure To have been a part of one or raps last great tours Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo, yo Kid Rock and it dont stop I Wanna Go Back (3x) I remember Little Robert, cause i stayed with him I used to go and see Campbel when i need a trim Ands when times got grim, and it seemed that i lost my way I used to go and get blown out with Raveigh Bumpin shoulders and slappin hands Willie Night had a disco right in his basement man Them New Haven jams Me and Black man runnin' crazy scams Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing Just makin that money and pullin them hunnies Spandex shorts, and the halter tops Slangin them rocks, and runnin from the cops The only white kid walked around on the block Crusin' in Amp's low ridin' rag top Go see Howard for what you need Underage, buyin' 40's and bags of weed Buyin late night liquor, from Bubba Coles People used to say "Rock you got soul" Finks looked out, and so did Lou Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot Chuck, Dee, and Murph were the origional 3 And now Richard, Dee, and Kracker are down with me I got a studio, records, and a taste of fame But when i roll through the krem, it's all the same Even though things change, you know i aint forgot Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock But it's hard to go back to the things i knew Cause the new life i have now, lives for 2 Yeah, and that's where i'm at I wanna go back (3x) Let it ride, let it ride |
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| 3:52 |
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Pass that dang coat boy i'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper So watch me whip another funky rhyme East side swingin with the Boones wine Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to And if you fuck with the Rock, i'll roast you A little toast to the real emcee's Aint no love for the wanna be's So, hey ho dont call me Joe Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow I can battle rap, and all that other crap So if ya dont want none, better step to the back I'm from the motherfuckin ole school Basement party's and the Klem fool Talkin that trash, i wish you would Come step to Rock, it's all good Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin Hittin you straight with the fresh shit Wid western funk, and i'm the best biatch The K to the I to the chrome D's I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game Servin you hoe's like it aint no thing Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin I dont care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin Shit, one time, one rhyme Cause i'm that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick Hittin you hoe's with the real shit Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Now if you dont know hoe, i'm the man in the dark I got more ripps than Stanly Clark Or George Clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot So if ya want some, get some If ya need some, here's some If ya dont just step to the rear son I'm commin with the quickness If you dis this biatch, you'll wind up on my hit list I'll put a bounty on your head Mclough County (?) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace But it aint Rocky Dennis Watch me bang this rhyme in half I'm like Moses, with the mic. as my staph Layin down them 10 comandments Tho shall not dis the Rock God damnit Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on |
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| 3:41 |
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I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger And my anger has no outlet So all day long I smoke that sess I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like YAHHHHHHHH!!! And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us *So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT I sense danger, I'm a stranger I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger I feel funny, and I smell like sex But in my heart I have no regrets So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like Cause everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us * Repeat I see lights in my sights, but they look dim I never backed out or cracked out, but I look thin I wanna fight for the right, but I'm wrong Say you love me, now I'm gone I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us * Repeat FUCK THAT x 8 |
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| 12. |
| 3:56 |
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I'm not the trash you think i am talking trailor park
Come to my mansion bitch and watch me stick it after dark I'll take you higher, higher I'll take you lower, slower I'll make you talk that talk and walk that walk hoe I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I see you checkin out my car and my residence Your hell bound and I see your gettin whiskey bent I been around and I know what you meant You don't wanna fuck me you wanna fuck some dead president *I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I'm super fly bitch I'm not that guy bitch I'll fuck you blind leave you face down in the ditch Thought you'd get rich straight fuckin with the player I'm the pimp of the nation yeah the pussy surveyor hey * Repeat I like that long hair swingin in them Calvin Klines I pull them young, start fuckin with their virgin minds I give a fuck about your poppa or your mother I'll walk up on your ass and bitch slap your brother say * Repeat x 3 I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more |
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| 1:38 |
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1992
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker Out on the highway we loved to roll He never made me go to school I never begged to go I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks I was born to be a hick See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin Kissin and huggin on some distant lands People always tell me I'm a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit And I was born to be a hick Ohhh I was born to be a hick See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin Kissin and huggin on some distant lands People always tell me I'm a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit And I was born to be a hick See I was born to be a hick man Yeah I was born to be a hick man Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a shotgun tokin I'm a John Deere drivin I'm a hick Ah har |
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| 8:19 |
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I need somebody won't u help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am I need somebody please please help me I need somebody u must tell me who I am I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time If u could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like heaven And I believe it stems down from my family situation I never liked my old man I couldn't stand to be around him Sometimes I sit all alone just starin at his picture My heart turns to stone and I think of this You never loved me you never held me tight instead u shook me like a beast to wake me up at night u tried to make me think that your ways were best when all I was was an outlet for all your stress Life it's the ultimate sin A game with no rules that you're expected to win My personal hell's hidden with a grin "Dad take the stand and let the trial begin" U said that oil and water don't mix though it seems cool Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool U should've went to school like your bigger brother but you played the fool with a different color Runnin' ship with a whip I tried to keep up but I kept getting tripped Money made u so wise how could u look thru my face and not see your own eyes Do as i say and not as I do but I can't cuz when I look in the mirror I see u And oh the pain how it hurts it was always your home and your business that came first U said a man is as good as his word but your mind was closed and mine never herd They say the nut don't fall far from the tree look at u then look at me... U ain't nothin to me u've never been to me And all u ever gave a damn about was money see So now fuck u man you ain't shit to me And it's the day that I die of this hate that I'm free Now I know growin up son that it ain't always been easy and I know at times I was not always there for you We never spent much time just talkin or havin a good time but understand growin up son I never had a dime So I worked my ass off and I put myself thru college and everything I have to this day u know I built it all Oh I wish I could go back and change the years that's lost between us I wish I could take back some of the things I said to you Son I said I'm sorry... Son I said I'm sorry but still u resent me so Son I said I'm sorry and why do u resent me so I always loved u I always cared for u just never wanted U to go thru what I've been thru I tried to raise my fuckin family just the best I know and now I'm hated like the devil and for what I don't know Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! |
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