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
costumes and your wigs and say
"I did look like a damn fool?"
Yes! Yes, I do yes, I do
Do you ever think that?
Sometimes every now and then you know
What
what's your problem
Wha
Biznite what's your problem
Wha
You nothin but a sack chasin' cock tastin' biznite
You're never gonna amount to anything
in the hood
Little girls have seeds by OGs in the hood
It's food in the hood, it's drugs in the hood
You can choose if you would, coke to sniff
and the D.O. to the C. and
Run house and there won't be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy
Then I'm arrested (For what) assault
House to the court House
From the White House to the Church House
From the School House to the court House
Do your own time - Do your own time - Do
to the cross
You asked God that we would be one
As You and the Father are one
If this is Your heart, this is Your desire
God give us Your desire
God break our
Puna boy anthem
Baby this one for my fallen Soldiers
Came from the eight oh eight
Girl I thought I told you
Ooo woo ooo
Its P-U-N-A, when we in CA
If
Love God, live life
Do it all legal, it's easy
Don't ask me a question
If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it
I got no time
house?
Who's in my (ooh)
House in the morning?
She was up, like, two in the morning (two in the morning)
Try to stay low (hey)
If you knew what it was
is up with this
Tell the truth,who you with
How would you like it if
I came over with my clique
Don't try to change it now
See you gotta bounce
you never lead us
Telling me whats under me is gonna heat us
Never believe ya cause really you need Jesus
Leave us
Talk about, judgement
Speakin'
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
is up with this
Tell the truth,who you with
How would you like it if
I came over with my clique
Don't try to change it now
See you gotta bounce
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
remember
People being like, "well
How do you categorize your music?" Or, like
"what genre are you?" 'Cause I would
Come out with a
Fucking club banger
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
long, long gone (woo-yeah)
And he's long, long, long gone
Yeah, lost John came into the country woman's house
Sat down there as quiet, just as quiet
culture and their upbringing. You followed what your parents did and the cardinal sin was to question their authority.
And it got to the point where
righteousness
Know what I'm sayin'
A wise man told me evil was lurkin' and if you found it
Try your best to not put yourself around it
'Cuz when you in it
out)
Telephone disconnect
(Work it out)
Waitin' on your next pay check
(Work it out)
Tell ya what you oughta do
(Work it out)
Tell ya what you
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