Lyrics:
again
And it's sad but it's true
When I'm layin' here with you
There ain't nothin' anyone could ever say or ever do 'cause
'Cause the more you put
rest without your love, I need your company
But you ain't a-gonna cross the line
I guess it must be up to me
There's a note left in the bottle, you
you're feeling things you shouldn't feel
Oh, I wish this could be real
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life (oh)
And you don't want
ain't me,
I saw all your fingers take you out and make you famous
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me,
No way, no how, uh uh
It ain't me,
on
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on (High)
The heat is on (You know)
The heat is on what's my next move
Do I stick with the score, or get
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had
a village to raise 'em
We don't do it all by ourselves
I know my smile can be upstagin'
On the stage, I provide like a daddy
And a mother, mother, I give
Sippin' my Corona like it's nothin' goin' on
I ain't leavin' you alone, what is meant for me
No other girl is gonna take it, so give him up
And I
there's no roof clips if I lose so I choose
To keep on seeing red like crips in
Ha!
He the guy who rise to eye pools
Hey I must admit it, I ain't sayin
like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding? Can't think about sex?
Irritated by your Kotex?
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I
the role till I'm grey and old
Haha with your pop's on the bed roll
No doubt i'm caught out with your daughter
South of the border colt made them Outlawz
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had
coke and you mother's a freak
So I keep on rappin, if nothin else
Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and Bitch, he's a MC right
Ain't sayin
"Can I have a dance?" Ain't really that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
They playing Lovers Rock, I got
up
Mother fucker must ain't learned
Back in the day used to down with a burn coat
(I'm burnin' up)
Light got the Lord on the top floor
In a Ford
These hoes showing fake love when I prefer the hate, man (Sheesh)
At least if you real then I have to respect it
Realize the energy you give is what you
'Till that day we killed
And that's real
Life that I was aimed to be
Love by my family tree
That's fame to me
How about it
One thing we all
check it out, I really like to turn you out
And if you be good to me,
I'll yoodle in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothing nice
Got the salt and pork
that)
Oh I can't comprehend this thing called love
Maybe it's a matter of fact I just can't grow up
Deep down ain't we all a little juvenile
All I really
that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for
a taste of it
But black is all I know, there ain't a thing that I would change in it
Look, black ain't just a single fuckin' colour, man there's shades
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
My daddy was a good man my mother was a saint
But regular thing that they were it seems somehow I ain't
And I know it's wrong but understand
When
guess I see why
But nowadays there's still a way to show your southern pride
The only thing is patriotic as the old red white and blue
Is green
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