Lyrics:
Yeah, oh baby, oh
It's two eleven and I'm stressing
Watching T.V in my hotel suite
I check my service every second
At two ten you still hadn't
the one to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessy
I've been
That's my man goin down, HAHA
[Chorus - Fresh Prince] (DJ Jazzy Jeff) - w/ ad libs
(I want to rock right now)
Say what Jeff
(I'm in the place and I
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
I dance in my underpants
I'm gonna run for government
I'm gonna form a covers band and all
A-back there by the baby grand
Did Mr. Winter
In the headrest one of twenty-five, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's
a goddamn
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me Kid Rock he called me Hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught
hard
So keep your ears glued listen to every chord
Tokyo city's one place that we toured
Four technique plus two mixer board
Sharper than
time
Now that I've grown somewhat older
And all the good times have gone bad
And I've played it all from rock to soul
Country is the heart that beats in
to New York to play
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
Put your foot on the rock
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
(Rick Rock Beats)
I'm back like I never left
In this muthafucka spitting rhymes 'til my last breath
Snoop Dogg in the building, yes, y'all
play the money shot back in slow-mo
And four for the photo
I got zero tolerance for the po-po
They're unaware that I know
How to get whenever we
Yeah
I can tell by the look in your eyes
You've been bored for a long, long time.
You need love and so do I
Let's turn it all around.
I don't want
Who was born, born, born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee five by five
Five by the five it
in the air as they count down to midnight
When the album will officially be released
Oh, hold on, I think they're starting to countdown now
5, 4
finished the show (the show)
Cut the pie up with the guys, they still sliding, keep it quiet
Remember I was broke, I robbed lil' Rico for his Jordan 5s
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
on the coldest sect
I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress
Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess
But, I got four niggas in my truck
And if you bring
the crabs
In my elegant rags
Make my mom and daddy uptight
I wanna be an intellectual
Heterosexual, angel city tonight
Come on
I'm gonna live in L. A.
I love sleeping in on Saturdays
And I love college football games
I love not acting my age
And good barbecue
Yeah, I'm a fan of Faulkner books
I keep my shit, plus thirty in between
When an arm reach out to grab the supreme
Cause I won't stop, and AP won't stop
And Tab won't stop until we
(that's alright)
For I will watch them fall (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven)
All seven and we'll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love
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