Lyrics:
on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll
I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass
But
Wallet chains and bad moods
Cowboy boots and tattoos
Love country and rock, too
Country girls,, but they goth, too
I just copped some new kicks,
own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone
Preacher man talking on T.V.
Puttin' down the rock
own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
You just leave this long-haired country boy alone
Preacher man talking on T.V.
Puttin' down the rock
and we all know the riggers
For the last eight years, this country's been run by-
CAW!
Are you fucking kidding me with this blah blah blah?
I've half
If you looking for bars I know just the thing
Not suicide doors and a bunch of rings
True divine cause make the country sing
My songs it's on yo
this,
Mack 10 got that bomb beat drop it like this
Disrespect, get checked,
Snatch you up by your neck,
Young money tryin'a be the man too quick,
me alone
I'm riding in a Cadillac Fleetwood Chrome
With Too Clean, behind the wheel
I'm riding shotgun, rapping for real
Total boss in the back,
the strip but she quick to strip naked
I got a girl from the city, she be on a roll
Uh, good brains, give me honor roll
Whoa, and don't be taking too long
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
like you want it
The name fits cause your all up on it...
-Too $hort-
Get mad if you want, I won't front
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk
Roll
that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they
I guess I'm too much Rock and Roll
Not enough to count
Country never was my bag
Does that strike me out?
I've loved too hard, and I've loved less
Just
Some like to give brain and
What some of these girls want, is too much for the radio station
Look I'm just a man y'all (man y'all)
Not a monster
should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
Making
the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D
And it's all good, I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick, kick ass like donkeys
the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D
And it's all good, I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick, kick ass like donkeys
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
the pins in the lock
Everything crushed beneath that tick tock
From amusement parks down to office blocks
Ready to rock, you know with EDC
Always by my side
featuring Mack 10
[Warren G]
What's up?
This Warren G chillin' with the home boy Mack 10
We gon' lay a lil' sumpin' down for y'all
Let
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
y'all
too bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as yours
truly, do we, we laugh at y'all
little bastards y'all
uhh, uhh
we hit makers with acres
roll
mustaches
Rock top fashions
Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
On the Range, way niggas look at me now, kinda strange
I hate y'all too
mustaches
Rock top fashions
Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
On the Range, way niggas look at me now, kinda strange
I hate y'all too
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