Lyrics:
an LP
But right about now in 2003
I gotta make one to rock the party
As I change back from DJ to MC
Now it's time to get funky!
For the ladies, for
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
Chuuuwe!
Aye yo I spit for the fam and folk in the hood
Who seen enough to know better
All my niggas who just tryna get they shit together
Women
stupid when you try to put some fear in in it
You fucking elephant, you need to be irrelevant
I can write a line
You can sniff a rhyme
My poetry design
My
on the prize so I could never see defeat my brother
Walking the finest line between a shining knight and royalty my brother
I ain’t playing but they see
I
on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things
the breaks for you
Man if I changed, nigga
It ain't too late for you
My brother Born said, "nigga
Don't mope about it
Best things you do in life
Most people
Pac, Dre, Tyler, Lamar, Earl and Derrick Rose
Mental slavery, made in school is not for made for me
They don't tell the story of black blood
the fuckin’ jersey
With the number 30 and a name like Curry
Hoopin’ in a sweatshirt like it’s getting Earl-y
Then he’ll wipe the floor with ya like it’s fuckin’
Ah yes, they're off and running again
The campaign trail
And doesn't he look like himself?
Back in the saddle again
Roy Rogers and Buck Rogers
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
line, livin' it up (ayo Malc, get-)
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up (ayo bust on 'em motherfuckers)
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang
line, livin' it up (ayo Malc, get-)
We got ladies in the back straight, givin' it up (ayo bust on 'em motherfuckers)
It ain't nothin' but a thug thang
I ain't trynna objectify you
But I dam sure ain't trynna be lectured by you
Got snakes in her head might petrify ya
Wait let me run the metrics by
(Hurt bring da lessons)
I get to work when I’m stressin'
Go berserk in a session
'Cause it cures my depression
Used to write to save lives
Now, I write
a fucked up world that we living in
Gotta keep the opps close, you can't really trust your friends
Ohh
That line hit a nerve brother
I sat there, I let you
twenty eight and I'm living in the city I'm from that's a privilege
Said I'm get this money and meant you had a beat with me and you missed it
Said I'm rap
Pour me a Russian Caravan
Let me know if you like my brother
Let me know if you like my brother
We'll go in one hole and up the other
Pour me another
My brother gone i got deep wounds
Im out here big glock under my sweater longer than a broom
And its ready to torch i get approached by a buffoon
[Chorus x2]
Now drink up, let's get drunk
let's get drunk
Now drink up, let's get drunk
and throw up in the car, let's get drunk
[E-40]
They
Told us Dr king was
Assassinated when in fact
He survived the shot that was fired not by
James Earl Ray, but by
Memphis Police officer
Frank
bubble with hate
We just get on with it
You brothers are constipated
And your shit is over rated
? you should save it
Getting it in from here
for the line that'll kick her heart into gear
Hey brother, need another over here
Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on
All the worries in
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