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rock it's like a high five
Want a slap in the face I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me die in my suicide high
I don't mean it
When I rock it's like a high five
Want a slap in the face I love the taste 
All my days with my wheelchair ways 
Watch me die in my suicide high 
I
worldwide, I'm interviewed like Kaity Chung
I'm on now, live at twelve, it's so dope
All the way to four o'clock, there no soaps

I'm able to rock the mic
Kid rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid rock I got the sex rhymes

All world class

Kid rock mutha fucker Yo I ain't no
Ham hops, crack rocks, ooo-wops, cell blocks
Biscuits, gravy, smothered pork chops
Big diamond bracelets, mad lootin drug spots
High speed chases,
suggestions

All destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection
Rock a crowd in sections on a good night.. the hoes fight
Always get the dough
La Rock has a college degree
Blastmaster KRS writes poetry
I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored
It's a shame to know some MC's
you tell? and if we fail?
High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway
When will they learn to take it easy? uh
Drive-by's and niggas die, murder
ever seen before

In her red satin dress
And her high heeled shoes
She took us all by surprise
And when she asked us what we wanted to do

She
seen before

In her red satin dress and her high heeled shoes
She took us all by surprise
And when she asked us what we wanted to do
She said it with her
recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive 
off of five two fives; disguise the camouflage
I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors
for takin mad
the dough G and show me
I bet you I make em more pussy than Jonsy (meow*)
And show em How High I am just from the nosebleed (How High)
I keep it Naughty By
this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome to the party"

Hey Grandmaster 5 that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that
right on, right one
(Right on, right on)
All my niggas rollin chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on
(Ride on, ride on)

I still rock the party
recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive 
off of five two fives; disguise the camouflage
I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors
for takin mad
[Chorus]
All we do is get money and get real high
Push Benzes and 85 I's
New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide
New Millennium, we will
goodnight, sleep tight 

Won't you play the music so the cradle can rock 
To a lullaby in ragtime 
Sleepy hands are creeping to the end of the clock 
Play
goodnight, sleep tight 

Won't you play the music so the cradle can rock 
To a lullaby in ragtime 
Sleepy hands are creeping to the end of the clock 
Play
Absolut for those who can't afford the Goose

Malibu, coconut rum, Amaretto sour, coke an' rum
We gettin' drunk, Hennessey, V.S.O.P
Age in the barrel,
your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)
Well the record company's goin' out of business
They price the records too damn high
And the boys in the band could use some assistance

Well
'Jams on it'
I'm not a role model, I cracks the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models

So inhale, exhale, what you smell?
Derail
your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)
After thirty five years the grass still don't grow in that rock hard west Texas ground
Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town
Like horses
Hold up, hold up
Quickly now, quickly now
The bass was in your face
The highs make you nature rock
Young ladies in the place
Feel the highs, feel