Lyrics:
in again
Buck-buck, my rhythm be knockin at the do'
Mi stamina rock, mi stamina rock, bloodclot, I do not know
Why they judge me by one rap and say too
'em in his hip
Feeling like Uzi cause I am the shit, like oh god damn that's the bitch
That I want right there no cap, Ricky put shots in his back
Had
'em in his hip
Feeling like Uzi cause I am the shit, like oh god damn that's the bitch
That I want right there no cap, Ricky put shots in his back
Had
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
pointing fingers off at your trial (damn)
My Rolls-Royce with my driver in it
Gettin' fucked up 'cause I ain't got to drive (yeah)
That Kendrick on them
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
and
Leg like you escaped the Zodiac
And crawled your half-ass ass back home and
Made it to your fuckin' steps
Then got ran over by a taxi cab
That don’t
the kid, that's all, ya dig, ya don't stop
Got rifs to rock, brought boones to slam
Now who's the man? kid rock god damn
Back on the scene like a fiend
This is going out to the whole wide Westside
you know what i'm saying,
yeah break it down for me
steady mob, rock, rock on
I was just a young boy,
Life is determined by a gun imagined if that was your own son
Scared for his life trembling begging understand where I'm coming from
No teacher ever
some pills that the radio sells
No, no, no, You've got to make it roll, make it roll
make it roll, make it roll and blow
Ah, Ah, Ah
Don't need your
impatient when it come to money makin'
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil' nigga with that glock ridin' around in somethin'
Yeah we're the bad boys, cowboys
Throw 'em back right boys
Knuckle up on Saturday night
We love cowgirls, smoky bars
Rock and roll, steel guitars
change?
Regis tell him that he used up all his lifelines
Jesus he left him splattered all across the headlines
Dead by news at nine seconds before bedtime
and motherfuckin cap peelers
Six of his homies carried him to the hearse
First time that he even been to church
Damn, now he's in the dirt
Pourin out beer for my
embarrassing
Diggin up dirt you a fossil wearin cleats
The only thing you'll find is a box
Under 9 feet of rocks by the side of a dock
After I have departed
rock and roll
And it took us a lot of hard work to get here
So all that hate and animosity between folks
You need to kill it with a skillet
You don't
Banned from Instagram, damn that nigga gotta chill
Fuck donkey of the day, he donkey of the year, bro
Even Pusha T had to cut ties with that weirdo
He
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
outside my room
Because that’s just me
And now I see
So say what you say I’m a rock and roll star today
So say what you say I’m a rock and roll star today
Brooklyn trains painted with graffiti juice
Got fiends on the block laid out by rock
Then Coogi wearing foos rob and mugging for shoes
DJ's everywhere
at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet
Now God know my situation
He
for you and me.
You reap what you sow,
It means that you pick like you got an cfro, I
T's two paradises so God let you roll.
cnd you thought your
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