Lyrics:
to the rhythm and oh say okay
Can't forget my man, G-A, U-L
Hold up - it don't matter to me I rock swell
Hold up - you know it's, me, the
Original B-I-Z,
head steady maybe you could have one nigga
Hit me for a hook and maybe get a plaque young nigga
Shout go out to Wayne, O, and Ak my nigga
Tomorrow
And it go fuck with me, live a little bit and see
As long as there's life in you, and there's life in me
There's L-O-V-E, there's L-O-V-E, there's
Praying to the sky
Like lordy let me see a mil before I die
And if I don't then baby you should let me die
I gotta run up a check
I'm not going to bed
rock
And they got me coming out my bag like a Glad-Lock
Yeah
I don't think I'm they speed (hate the way I speak my mind)
Toes down, both feet
the neighborhood
Now I live no lookin' back wouldn't change it if I could
Uncle say, "Come holla at me" I got somethin' you should know
If you want for livin'
Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously (vicariously)
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rock star
Get blown by a top model till she
best
Ye-yes Ye-ye-yes love
I wanna give you the best of me
No second hand or off brand
Just top shelf, L-O-V-E
Ye-yes Ye-ye-yes love
I wanna give you
ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL!
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
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
play ball or sling rock
Once he making money he don't really give a fuck
Live fast die young ball until his times up ya see me
So now ya can't run
cum)
I need a ryde or die bitch
(I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue)
Uh, uh, yo
Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek
cum)
I need a ryde or die bitch
(I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue)
Uh, uh, yo
Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek
[Puff Daddy]
Yo Puff Daddy
Get off me
Ladies & gentlemen
You're about to witness something that you've never witnessed before
Sauce Money's in
to love you
If you call me baby I'll be always yours
The lady of my life is out o' really feeling.
The real deal, giving you nothing but sex-appeal.
Ayo, Charleston, man? (Yeah Man)
We need a Rock Up Anthem, man (Okay, Okay!)
Shee- cause wha- so much o' 'twerk'
(I don't know what that is)
Shee, we
leeching on me
And I got me some gangers that's sneaking for me
Her pops don't approve but she creeping with me
Riddle me this do you really think I care
Like it y'all
Like it y'all
Like it y'all
Scoob Lover, won't you hype it y'all?
Well, I'm the S-see double-O be -L-O-V-E-R uh
Ladies come to me
is like livin in breakbeat hell
You try to knock me off the ladder kid the fatter I swell
It don't matter turnin liquid into wine by design
Not
Mr. Lecrae my momma sold me up the river for some rocks
And daddy told me I was nothing but a problem
Now here you come telling me I'm a low down dirty
She don't got time fi waste
Say she waan me fi run it and run it straight
She don't care if it's five o'oclock inna
Di morning when she waan play
She
Yeah (oh)
Ha, Junior Mafia (hey, yeah)
Ha
You know very well
You know (Puff Daddy)
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you-
you don't got
Plus you probably never licked a shot from your Glock
Walkin to my car witcha nine out the holster
Put your hands on the steering wheel
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