Lyrics:
You just here talking shit
Asher! you owe me a rhyme i owe you a rhyme
The last time we talked
Alright turn it up a little turn it up
Yo Cudi, you
ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit
that I see
All races and religions, that's America to me
The place I work in, the worker by my side
The little town or city where my people lived
featuring Scarface
Push, push, push, push...
Here it comes...
It's - it's a girl
{Big Mike:}
1971 a young girl gave birth
mind that to the East Coast we go
Chi-Town Chicago the land of the snow
NYC New York, The Big Apple
Every town is down, folks be comin' up short
fucked you on the counter
Spanish little baddie say "Papi ven a follarme"
She like drinking Milwaukee’s and taking pictures by the mountains
She a model
off on them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here)
By the time we got into Tulsa town we had
to see you this afternoon
And the little boy that I knew last time
Grew up to be a handsome little big boy
Little big boy
That's good
I don't want to say
Carolina, why are we going with this around?
It's all silvery, dear, it's the light of little nowhere towns
But the treasure we had was so big
And we
the truth face it
[Hook]
Boss Hogg, we running this rap shit
My nigga Troy, we running this rap shit
Big Cheddar, we running this rap shit
My nigga Corn, we
to Miami for the album so you know it's poppin
We on the water wildin
Living by the code of silence
She flickin up and all my niggas hiding
Rodney doing 95
of his life got her away and he won't never catch her
Now she getting dicked down by biz like a stress test
I'm in Little Caesar's eating on some pizza
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
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
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop off
I met a hero of mine
I shook his
pay then I switch off
We scamming naw
Niggas we scamming naw ah naw
We running town
Niggas we running town ah town
Duro DE DE Co stand fit
I Wan money I
my little man gettin' big
He and my daughter down, when we talk it's real
Nothin' is watered down, young boy swag
I'm here today as well as the 90's
In the middle of the earth in the land of the Shire
lives a brave little hobbit whom we all admire.
With his long wooden pipe,
fuzzy, woolly toes,
he
a nobody-town
That's Macclesfield town
This ghost town a town from silk and smoke
It has a Shit football team but with loyal fans
Who have big football dreams
of my cheddar
Momma didn't raise a quitter
Just got a little bit bitter from all the messed up situations actin' like it aint matter
And now I got my
see a big future in music
Hope I got the right mirror
Came up in the Nike era
Tryna be a mic terror
'Follow the Leader' dropped album
Was a light-bearer
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
in the west
Taught me all the culture of the town and that Friday nights at the land are the best
Bitches gettin lit up on the stage
Every other night
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