Lyrics:
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
Nineteen ninety, Chubb Rock jumps up on the scene
with a lean and a pocket full of green
The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top
But Robocop
medium rare
I jump on the stage and I rock with my peers
Hardly show face, when they see me they stare
Steak by the Beach in Malibu
I started off with
the bag
I'm Popeye armed popping his meal, my arm stronger than Neil
I'll represent Clarke Kent and play the part by the wheel
Sharpen skill before you
come in an instant
I'm carrying sticks, but swear Ian fencing
I rock some retro some retros for I put on Balenciaga
Smoking Popeye all bout that spinach
something
Diddy on the phone: "nigga get your swagger right!"
J told me to drop it on your head: swagger tight
nigga spending money like I just won
up in the sky
Stuck inside your office rock a suit and rock a tie
I be in the studio and that's a nine to five
Tell my friend that I love 'em when I
I can tell by the way she entered the club
I can tell by the way mammi likes to rock
I can tell by the way she drop on a spot with her crop top
chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers
we stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players
all my close taylor plus I got hoes that (??)
I'm like Popeye
Rocking bugs bunnies
New J’s and karats on em
Feeding crackheads bunch of villains here
Only hero in veins, watching
All these zombies walk by
Damn there go
and cents yet
Thats cause J-records couldn't make
It make sense yet i Coulda been the best if
They were ready to invest
I'm with Carmello now you
Should be
Yadig
We started in scotch side get chicken like popeyes
I don't rock with opp guys because they got they mouth wide
These niggas went broke again
the air niggas thinking we too J
I keep a Smith and
I keep a Smith and no telling who did it
I keep him missing put a X on the Hitlist
I get that bag stay
My D.J Jazzy Jeff and Ready Rock C too
The ultimate combination of strength and prestige
My crew holds the key to fun and everything you need
I Started on da corner
Then I got a spot
Then my spot got hot
A lot of J’s
Pulling up nonstop
I work da block
Ya know Im serving out the pot
I
the same 'til I got finished
Big ring with them rocks in it
When I pop one I'm like Popeye when he got spinach
I'm clean cut with a pop image but it's
blowed a whole mill' on ice? (Have you?)
You ever been in a Marriot with a Glock 9? (Pow-pow)
Have you ordered twenty sandwiches from Popeyes? (Huh?)
I
Jesus died at age 33
That's how you know me
It's that 202, 301, 703
And we be rocking in the DMV
Rock with me
It took me 30 years to make this dream
like wi-fi
You say its up
Tell me how high
Keepin these shooters
Like rock a bye
I can smell a pussy nigga
When he walk by
Hit him on side
They gon chalk
a goofy
Can't rock with no bot, nah she a floozie
The Lord my strength, Jehovah Uzzi
He came to save all, no he not choosy
Yeah God is love, in the womb he
a nigga bitch she a pissy thot
I'm the fucking people's champ in it like that nigga Rock
Most these niggas Polo G cause they capalot
If you ain't finna take
Asian vibe live across the bridge
Come to think I ain't had that pussy in a minute
Popeye in that pussy yeah no spinach
Bitch do what I say and go wash
Yeah Yeah
On gang
Imma fuck you til ya legs lock
Headboard make ya head knock
Have you bussing like a headshot
I bet I can make ya bed rock
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