Lyrics:
Souls black as
But it's nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities of darkness
So
to the party"
Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body rockin' MC
time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take
"welcome to the party"
Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body
Jack City
Set it off with the eighty-fity
Y'all missin' the buck, what the fuck?
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough b-
Lemme see ya
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
hair
His fireman, Jack Dixon, was standing by his side
Awaiting for strict orders while in the cab to ride
Georgie's mother came to him with
name naming
I've living by the code
My finger on the stainless ready
To rock the roll
In case these niggas try to take me under
It's like a jungle
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
With their cardboard hands by their sides,
Here`s a naked man and lady
And they`re yours to cut out and keep
So you can dress them up maybe
They
his brain
Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods but niggas yell 3rd ward
Come equipped with slugs and niggas soldier rags throwin'
Down by the river
Three sickle mounted souls,
Lay wined on the green leaf,
Digging their rock 'n' roll,
Hey hey, digging their rock 'n' roll.
Slashed
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little niggaz die
Tell mama
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
Whatchu want?
Whatchu want?
Get off me
I pull quick, it's useless
I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped
Throw chrome whip with three freaks
I'm hittin' fences
Cops on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die
[Verse 2]
City's heartbeat poundin' like a drum
Neon blood mixes with the rum
Fightin' time and gravity's pull
Middle fingers to the heavens let it roll
(with the other sardines)
Over cities of things mommies need
Light as gas, and half-assedly free,
Like I was in nineteen ninety three.
Over
filthy blood drain.
Dark astral sigils brand their bruised backs with eyes disembodied,
Enshroud them in black.
Moaning, defeated, mere inches from
down to my corduroys (La Flame)
Got bottles by the cases
Pussy by different races
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That
dumb-ee-doo-aa
Is it true
To hear the fans scream
To stand in the lights
Is just like a dream
What a dream
To be what you are
A rock'n' roll star
To make
boy kick it like all three inches
Legend on the block
Shout out to legend in block
And when it get greasy, I just call
Been greasy
Easy, ask ScHoolboy
I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences
NARC's on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighin'
This is the fourth by the four
'Please, Please Me', 'With The Beatles'
'Hard Day's Night' that's three
Now'beatles For Sale'
The young men
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