Lyrics:
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
to say thank you
Okay, awesome
This is pretty major and, I don't know, you
Probably have no way of knowing this
But the very first song I ever played
almost hip gettin' curious
Mix-A-Lot the maker of revenue
Drop kick mud ducks on the avenue
Cadillac, some think I'm a mover
But the gold on the wheels
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
rather do it myself (damn)
Direct, edit & mix
I hold that shit under my belt (forreal)
A degree to top that
I'm passin class by myself (yeah)
My own crib
ain't the end
I was squeezin' my toes and I can't press send
I need to cum so I can go, but if I'm late again
They know me, I ain't gotta say where I
the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my
[Chorus]
Hey Grandmaster 5 that
the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my *Whistle*
[Chorus]
Hey Grandmaster
a word man
That's the loudest silence I've ever heard
A lot of times guys test him by trying to bug
He just leaves ring imprints all over their mug
He's
believe
This life is killing me
Speed camera caught us at Nottingham
When the radio lifted the curse
Newsflash - 'Who flooded the florist?'
Good sir, you've
first mind say "no sir"
Fast forward two weeks in my suite
And you see me and her
How we got here with just a blur?
I say she don't care
Leavin' me
folly,
Deck the halls with hunks of holly,
Fill the cup and don't say "when."
Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens,
Mix the punch, drag out
pine
And I only bring a little good for the trip,
Just in case we get blurred by five 0
'Sir you look high'
I know, but I prefer my eyes low
cookin' but ain't no oven, they say they hate me, I love 'em
Come now boys, sound the alarm, we brothers in arms, fuck that beef shit
Y'all riding
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No
to waste
Back you down or face to face
I feel like Shaq in ‘98
Cashing checks you can’t relate
Kato Kaeline no one speak
Beat the charges by next week
Paid
overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack
oh oh oh
You got the number one song on the radio and you still gotta sit in jail?
I went in late, I'm on the top rack by the lake
I'ma sleep all
even cash my check, man can't believe my ass pursuit it
I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it
Like, "Let's do it"
When I heard
fucking burned
They gon' put put you on so
Much meds, you don't die, you wish you would
I'm a project baby, my daddy
Still raised me say "yes, sir"
Had no
and get out and fold them
Ain't nobody did it like me
When my leases need greases and ponytail holders
I can't get that shit from no Krogers
Yeah,
no peace for the piece then
I say peace to the beast in heat
Let's talk about a Slim Jim
Jimmy chance in hell
If you can't protect a peck
Your chances
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back,
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