Lyrics:
Who colt the game
Who colt the game
It's not natty dready
It must be bald heady
Somebody play the wrong domino
And want the world to follow
Said the Kid, "For that I'll tear you limb from limb" And he sprang like an angry colt He said a punch a-flyin at the Tiger's chin Knocked him out like
Said the Kid, "For that I'll tear you limb from limb" And he sprang like an angry colt He said a punch a-flyin at the Tiger's chin Knocked him out like
East and west of the Rio Grande.
Well he started with a bank in Colorado
In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid
And his age and his size
Took
east and west of the Rio Grande.
Well he started with a bank in Colorado
in the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid
and his age and his size
took
Yo, think I just found the first artist I'm gonna sign to DTA Records
This kid's next, his name is jxdn
Hit me back, peace
and West of the Rio Grande
Well he started with a bank in Colorado
In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid
And his age and his size took the teller by
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
and west of the Rio Grande
Well, he started with a bank in Colorado
In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid
And his age and his size
Took the teller by
an artist
I am an artist
But I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid, kid
And maybe I'll grow out of it.
Ahh, shit!
Kid Rock back in this motherfuckin house
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts
Feel
Aww shit!
Kid Rock back in this motherfucking house
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from these shotgun blasts
Feel
If whiskey was his mistress his true love was the west
I remember up on dead man creek about 30 years and more
I hired on to break in colts which
to trot, baby let's ride
You make me dance like a Kentucky colt
When I'm with you girl I really feel my oats
I will be your Tennessee stud if
You give me
Colt 45
Colt 45
Colt 45
I need a colt 45
Man needs a colt 45
I need no temptation
Christ needs a colt 45
Colt 45
Colt 45
Colt 45
Shoot me
Shoot me
asked me for my bread
I paid him two bits, then I pumped him full of lead
I got my Colt Forty Five, right by my side
I'm the California Kid, I hope
The problem isn't the lyrics on the records.
It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist.
But the real problem is the fear of the white
WHAT!?
Nah I'm just playin man sometimes I kid
Jus so my job doesnt get my dot in this
Crumble up tha bud put it in a spliff
Put it in tha air like I'm
of you
You get to love, you have to talk to somebody about a new life
I don't love my wife anymore, I don't love my kids anymore
Missin' out on life,
Hey there, weird kid in your high top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you
Always left out, never fit in
Owning that path
I did not diss Taylor Swift
And I've never dissed her
First thing is I'm an artist and as an artist
I will express how I feel with no censorship
And I feel like, you know
If you're gonna be an artist
There's a time when you just have, you know
Embrace the responsibility
And I'm just sayin'
Hey there, weird kid in your high top shoes
Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you
Always left out, never fit in
Owning that path
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