Lyrics:
as the shit they be tweeting (Pussy!)
No ducking this smoke
Call a blitz in the morning
Them gone getchas gone get ya gone by the evening
Yeah!
I'm in the cut
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
I do it like it's my profession
I gotta make a confession
I'm proud of all this bass
When you put it in your face
By the way, if you need
know we celebrate wit plenty weed and liquor (4real)
And the eastside celebration got the city lit up (4real)
Verse 2
Now I'm bout to down a 6 pack (a
on and rock
You got more to lose than you got to gain
by Montana! 4 Satyr!
by the same pop and mother emcees
While I got a lot of brand in my name, I'm recognizable
Leavin me the cash amount, that's quite sizable
Rich in
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
And rock with my Baby, rock with my Baby
One more time
Rock with my Baby, Kansas City Baby
One more time went to the city for
For this souvenir in my hand
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
the house) f-U T-U-R-A, hey
Futura's what I spray
(Check it out, check, check it out)
New York City, rock the house (Check it out)
Graffiti, rock, shock
Who'll be the largest, hardest
Smartest label in town
Top Dog, get down, uhh radio won't play me
But still I got the kids around
The world goin' Kid Rock
York City, where the stewarts can kiss my ass,
And now were off to, mainward to south
And now were soon to become, and let the four drive
Punk Rock
Whodini, launchin' rockets in the 90s!
Now I remember in the days of way back
With just a 4 track
With no SP-12 to make tracks
Wearing leather
always feel like somebody's watchin me rivercat I of a Tiger like a Detroit Rock City
Rivercat I 4 an I tooth 4 a tooth like a gold rivercat I just don't
The hardest working beatbox in show business
Ready Rock
(Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C)
Tell em your name, tell em your name
(Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready
Don't you remember, remember
Here's your favorite radio station
In your favorite radio city
The city by the bay, the city that rocks
The city that never
it's real talk
I got some homies up in
Angola on that real walk
Ain't never coming home so i know what
They think up in their dome
My nigga 4 call me,
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
a rock star I'm a MuthaFucking
Rolling Stone like Slayer
Tryna catch up to me, that's a Whole lot Of Legwork
Yeah, I put in the effort, no resting On
Shit
'fore she get off
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
Welcome to organized crime
Money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times
She hit town like a rose in bloom
Smellin' sweet, said sweet perfume
The color faded and the petals died
Down in the city, no one cried
In
She hit town like a rose in bloom
Smellin' sweet, said sweet perfume
The color faded and the petals died
Down in the city, no one cried
In
The hardest working beatbox in show business
Ready Rock
(Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C)
Tell em your name, tell em your name
(Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready
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