Lyrics:
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And y'all got an efficient and humble crew
And you got a long list of the things y'all wanna do
Shit, who who knows? Lucky me can turn into lucky
you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming out them panyhose
You want gold? Girl what's
I need to find myself
Lord willing I'll redefine myself
More reason to multiply myself
Lord help me
Don't leave me by myself
Nah I ain't by myself
I
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat
And I attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind, so you can't speak
And do a thing but
on your sport channel
Take off the do-rag replace it with a thinking cap
If you didn't know, tell the bro he should have known that
We here for one thing
I'll blaze your crew to dust and ain't a
Damn thing you can do to us
Listen to the legendary's quote
It gets addictive
Hip hop is not a disease it's
Just
a strong black man.
Every two weeks I see Sam,
Pitchin' out my check with no respect, but I still don't give a damn.
Because I gotta make my dough.
My
and I'm fully equipped
To decapatate, amputate and take titles
The legend of leather, I'ma real live idol
Damn I take souls, condemn we men
And make
huh, okay)
I'm kicking flavor like I came up out the Dungeon Crew (out the Dungeon Crew)
Stack W's for all the years I watched my Uncle's do (watched
instead of becomin a strong black man
Every two weeks I see sam
Pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Becaause I gotta make
restaurant
Buy you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on your coming out them panty hose
You want gold, girl
a slippery slippery slippery slope
(Ooh)less
Life is a trip
I don't do brakes
I ride with homies
I don't do fake
Black lives do matter
Yeah, I can relate
I'm
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
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
will do, cause I'mma mack it on through
60 Second, I'mma bash your whole crew
[Chorus: 60 Second Assassin (Hell Razah)]
Banksta'z (acres
on your sport channel
Take off the do-rag replace it with a thinking cap
If you didn't know, tell the bro he should have known that
We here for one thing
to do
"Do, what you want to.." (2X)
[Ed O.G.]
Let me be me, and you be you
And don't criticize or worry about the things that I do
Because I like
they ass
Runnin' to the radio
And the tv issues and views
Shaped by one sided news
Got us like
Planet of the apes
Under cds and tapes
Preachy
sounds like moaning,
But when you hear my shit its original, not a damn thing stolen,
That goes for the beats too, I wreck em from my point of view,
of Somalia
Which I escaped as a boy
My audience is in America
So my songs should reflect the land where
I have chosen to live and work
They have a point
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
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