Lyrics:
years old locked in prison
Don’t freeload on my vision
Get exposed like an R&B ho
With a sex tape hidden
I’m always for the business
Forever you can feel
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this,
Like redneck or "got the blues"
That's where you apply colors to
Something else, you know, to come up with
What it is you're trying to say
So, there are
you're gonna leave with me
But you don't know, 'cause you got your girl with you
Bring her wit' you
Bring her wit' you
I got a place she can stay at my
Indians don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams, like
Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land, huhh
Well, let's just move on,
yeah)
Bring it if you bad enough
But if you not get up outta here or back it up (Back back it up)
Uh Pimp C OG's
So I'm a balling by that bar in here
Like
yeah)
Bring it if you bad enough
But if you not get up outta here or back it up (Back back it up)
Uh Pimp C OG's
So I'm a balling by that bar in here
Like
friend how we comprehend,
we tear down the place and then,
make the noise if you want that come again,
cos you can't get down unless your like them,
out
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 so tight I
Think I'm gonna go
and do your best
For the people in the north, south, east and west
Like you can't judge a book by it's cover
If you listen, you will learn from a jungle
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 so tight I think I'm gonna go
on the boulevard
She met a man in a top hat
He said to call him Mr. Jones
He said a face like should be appreciated
Meeting you here well it must be fate
I got few
that butt you got makes (me, me so horny)
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you want to get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
Robitussin
I'm the king, ain't no discussion
And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
My consumption is the illest
Section eight, I know you
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Got nothin' more to show ya, there ain't no more to say
You know the mess we made, it just will not go
(I ain't doin' that shit)
You motherfuckers think I'm crazy right? (yeah you crazy)
I know, but I am..
I have to show niggas, word g, I have
napkin..
And you won't catch me actin..
Like I don't know how it happened
Put on training gear and run a lap an
People call me up cause I'm da captain
Aye
liter-
Ature on the subject you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty
We'll wipe her ass out as in
don't you touch that dial
Unless we step in single file
Keep it pretty slowly
Cause you know I like to focus on the ease
And you can call me Skee if
so you know she looked truck
Struck 3 o'clock, here she come, fishy like a fuck
Come and let me smell you, I wanted to say to hell you
Hi honey, sorry
the set and got down Baby Pah!
Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)
It looks like another one comin around
Black Thought, you know I gotta get down,
mix it up like juicy lacore
I put it on her, time to rock some juicy catore
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
Yeah I know that sounds so cliche
I knew you before and I saw you
At a wedding and I remember you telling me
I want people to know this side
Of you and different things
Like this and I
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