Lyrics:
shootin' nobody (Shootin' nobody)
They ain't talkin' about clothes
You know what I'm saying?
Yo, my man, I got a plan to do it all (What kind of plan
so come be a bad one for me!
'Cause you're my (Right Kind of Wrong)
You're my (Right Kind of Wrong)
You're my (Right Kind of Wrong)
You're my
complicated, three million apiece
Sheesh, that's how we do time
Dujac by the mag, that's how we do wine
$91,000 for a wine bill
Keep it real with you, that
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
Piper picked peppers
But Tab rocked rhymes-a
1, 2, 3, 4, several times-a
Heavy rotation played by every kind-a
Radio stations blastin' every mind-a
The many dark days
The times I felt betrayed, by the ones that were supposed to love me
It's the only kind of love I've known (truth is)
That's
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
tracks
I've got some sick shit right here, if you could-
I hooked my turntable's through a wah-wah pedal
It's called the tweak scratch)
'Cause nobody
One time only, if you don't
Get it right this time, tough shit, tough shit,
Everybody ready, tell me when, say when your
Rolling here, a one,
the little man
And I think Vance was three right about then
He started school and one day
He came home and at the doorway I could tell
The little man
to the calling
Verse 3
Take me by the hand
and I will try to follow
Every kind of move
And I may find the other side
Chorus 3
State of Mind x 4
with cheese
Circuit tapes with CD's by the 3's in keys
Biggie was too large and Tupac was too real
Niggas had homies with heat on the street and he
my big house, surrounded by my weaponries
I keep them away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me, loaded up with pepper seeds
Got an extra
fucking for three Nights
Whole damn grill so slick it's kind of nice
Not too expensive, but comfortable and its quiet
The rimmy that she gimme, a phillie
the three kids rip
Queens is in the house represent, represent
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
No taming of the style 'cause it gets irreverent
I don't want to be the kind to hesitate
Be too shy, wait too late
I don't care what they say other lovers do
I just want to dance with you
I
some carellflu
Don't underestimate the damage caused by a '22
Pop yo' ass right behind the ear within' hear
Nothin' like a firecracker, hits you like
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh.
Well he rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up
(skrrt)
Like two, three sticks in my ride, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
Tell a nigga pull up (uh)
Pull up, be ready to die (ha)
Don't make me mad if you love
kinds of shit bitch you can't compete We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
Just shake your rump
Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3
Check,
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