Lyrics:
know that I got it
Had to cop a bottle of the blue hypnotiq
Incredible Hulks, you know what I mean
Mix it with some bark and watch that shit turn
a thing for a brother like me
Uncle Sam want to buy another missile (yep)
Strip Mix-a-Lot straight down to the gristle (mm)
I made a few mil'
a slave, c'mon
[Chorus 2: x2]
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you want to
Put your hands up as high
all your bones diagnose you with gout
Julio Jones, we running paper routes
John Wick in the cut deducing his crouch
Don't be a fool, you get wet like
the spotlight
Where they can rap or mix
Or both if they like
So get on up, don't be shy
Listen to us rhyme as time goes by
Everybody stand back and brace yourself
say we’re always high
Can’t confirm for deny
30,000 feet up, we get high
International, j-j-jones
From every paragraph, i teleport
I been a sport
Hit
to fivers
A high diver, with mo' tricks up my sleeve than ya boy MacGuyver
A cadaver, that'll get cha' voted off my island like "Survivor"
Is you blind,
Buck buck buck souffle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
You know, Papi Chulo with the fucked up grammar
So much Spanish ass, niggas think I
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
time
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
before their time
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
[Gipp]
Yup, yup, yeah.. uhh..
Yeah..
All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven
Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok
in the Chinese
know that we be killing it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
And we're still here together
I will be here just to hold you down
We'll still be
a sticky ass pound for ya
Break it down, roll it,
Light it up, Toke it
Get high by myself,
I don’t need no-one to smoke with
But it’s fine and dandy if you
the ninja the sword
Fuck what they think
Man these niggas don't know us
This shit is sick and it get in your pores
And then you a corpse
And then it's
Holly turnt this shit up
Ace C on the mix
Know I'm a p fr
You know I sell ps fr
"Stacks"
Know I'm a p fr
You know I sell ps fr
I'm not impressed
me just move with ya' boy
Got shit poppin' like always you know so enjoy
Don't make yourself at home got big meat on the grill
Ladies and homies all
on a fan (wow)
Fuck you and your man, y'all get popped like a Xan' (grraow)
Got heat on my waist, I could give 'em a tan
I love my lil' hitters, they
Player with a passport, Mr. International
Tryna get some money, some love, I'm intentional
Baby, oh, plenty trust issues I wanna know
How you love? Want
enjoyin' my sparkling wine
(we certainly are) well be careful
Cause this shit'll get you fucked up
Bitch!
I'm like no other, one of a kind, my sparkling
When I walked by almost broke his neck
Boy don't look my way
If you be dancing on Tiktok
If Sammie slapping like Will Smith
Well call me Chrisean Rock
In
got to get to the show
well... what have I got to do?
what have I got to do to get through to you?
well... what have I got to do?
what have I got
and you'll damn sure like
He's an MC with the rhyme know the day and the time
Never ever goin' low, cause he only climb
(And Jay's the DJ with the) cut
on the dash
Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around
And die and come back
They get hooked up with the number one rap label
And rap, like that
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