Lyrics:
before their time
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's
and conquering)
Live and conquer (we're living)
Live and conquer (and conquering)
Live and conquer (We're living, living and conquering)
I'm not Sir Mix-a-Lot but
I'll never die
Push the pedal down, got a lot of drive
Sign the dotted line, I ain't never doing it
Can't define who the fuck Stuart is
I'm a show you
up, we gotta talk it up
Then spark it up, then fuck, split up
Get back, make up, then stack cake up
And I'll be waitin' for you while you do makeup
sign
c lot of swerving driving on the line
Have you guys been drinking?”
Malcolm: “No sir, I'm just tired. It's my off time”
Radio: “We had a robbery
One, never write anything in pen, always in pencil, because there's an eraser. And two, you have a lot of friends on the way up, but it's lonely
the fly chicks hanging on our tip
Keep the girlies come with my bullwhip
All sucker DJ's I will swat
Call ill hip-hop with Mix-A-Lot
There's girls that
East Oakland to South Jamaica
Hilo to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in your mouth without
the pop's stores
It was ill on the real, but who's to die for us?
Say that I rock my own community
Ain't a damn thing owned by the you or the me
It's Koreans
end
Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don't think that you're cold
You're not ready
makes feel dreadful
5th amend if I attend, silence, ya message pigeon's snitchin'
Pressed? I'll snap a pic up for the press to let 'em know you
this song so I'll just take the credit
I rolled a blunt so long I didn't need to edit
I Roll it up, smoke it up, till I am high
to my whores
What up I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up and I'll rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock the party
Rock
prolly scared imma blow up
Made this beat flying out to Amsterdam
Wrote these bars in Montego Bay
And both times I didn't roll up
But still I give you
bata
Nna ke mo radio'ng Bachucada
Gold teeth, Don Dada
Might mix the Louis V ka Nevada
Fourty Crooks Alibaba
I do not buy my jewels on Ali Baba
get so bored as time goes by, I think I'll do something dirty
I pick at the floor for juicy butts and I'll make myself a smoke
A bog roll and envelope
crunk)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(got that gin up in my cup)
Ladies love that I’m a devil
Mixing rap with heavy metal,
Mixing weed with my
It’s the number one smoker
Top Gun with the fire
Blowin on that kush so you
Know I get ya higher
Roll it up, light it up, pass it to kin folk
Everybody
get that hot
Then start to Sir Mix-A-Lot
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I
up
Been a long day needa pour up
Pour up
Got A lot on my mind so roll up
What
Cause i'm just tryna figure this out
Fuck it level me out
Level me out
the drain
Ain't came here to play
What you wan say?
One of these days
Imma blow up like hiroshima
So sir I don't buy no plays
I don't even care if you
He tried to pull my card but
He ain't seein' Royal Flush
This is my opinion nigga, I ain't sayin' much
Lookin' up to the goats and
No I'll never
they the Forces that determine the final say
No shade grey, Black and unapologetic, Progressive Underground wit no radio edit so forget it if
you think
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