Lyrics:
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
me girl all the way now
Oh with you by my side
They just can't keep us down
Together we can make it girl
From the poor side of town
(So tell me
me girl all the way now
Oh with you by my side
They just can't keep us down
Together we can make it girl
From the poor side of town
(So tell me
jazz pattern
Ruled by Pantaloon
Poor little rich girl
Don't drop a stitch too soon
We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon a tree
High above
jazz pattern
Ruled by Pantaloon
Poor little rich girl
Don't drop a stitch too soon
We'll be as happy and contented as birds upon a tree
High above
me girl all the way now
Oh with you by my side
They just can't keep us down
Together we can make it girl
From the poor side of town
(So tell me
me girl all the way now
Oh with you by my side
They just can't keep us down
Together we can make it girl
From the poor side of town
(So tell me
up fast
Girl better blow ain't in my class
What, do you think I make t-shirts for
These little stupid ragged hoes with no
With no
What you wearing that
got left behind
Saw a little girl torn up dress walking by the road
She hopped up in my car when I stopped at the dead railroad
I said you want to hear
fool me?
Ha ha ha ha
Little rich kid, what do you know?
You had everything, don't you think it don't show?
I've been a climbing, just a face to the wall
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
that
Daddy says stay away from you
Momma's afraid our love is true
And they're scared their little girl won't come back
There ain't nothin' wrong
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
I take from my bitches from give it to my whores
What up I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up
and bust like this
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
I take from my bitches from give it to my whores
What up I'm saying everybody
You
night on the road
The girls always pretty and the beer on taps ice cold
We get a little liquored up, play some music and search for the truth
With
shit secure
Before you buy some Hen' and see
(Hennessy) me waitin' for you
At the liquor store
I don't matter if I'm rich or
Poor 'cause I seen paper
hearin the D ya smellin this
You smoke that what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
Didn't know you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
Then biggie up
Children laugh, telling jokes
'Till their eyes are red
The people feel so good
Say boy, say girl
All in my neighborhood
Say boy, say girl
We got
you're gonna fool me?
Ha ha ha ha
Little rich kid, what do you know?
You had everything, don't you think it don't show?
I've been a climbing, just
a friend for? Through rich and through poor
Kinda like a marriage balanced on a different floor
A friend could tell you things that he wouldn't tell
the memories regarding Nixon
Are a little scary
The girl with the strong arm threatens the Quakers
They all say she's mad you know
The girl with the strong arm
I didn't even get to give my little girl away
But I paid for the honeymoon, yeah
I paid for the honeymoon
I'm not there right now but I will be
the little girls
That say Nicki you pretty
When you come to the city
You don't act high siddity
You be up on the block, posted up in the drop
And everybody get
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