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Kid Rock I Put Your Picture Away

3 damn nights I put your picture away I wonder where you been I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him I put your picture away I wonder where you

C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock That's right It got to hot so I jumped off in this rap shit You got

, say what I rock for the purists and I rock for the players I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies, come on I rock for the elders and I rock

I have to say this I never miss yo when I display? From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause

me, I frequently have to get lovely Never fails it's always something No rest, daily gotta rock my vest, I shoot at your best man Yeah your MVP, he

thing I can say I gained from my father is Knowledge of the street game And I hope that y'all follow this I can't say I haven't sold weed or cocaine

Shaq old lady Boy, you did it, I done it, I get it, I punish The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss, when I spit it,

done it? Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!" Yo! I get looks when I'm in the place That's that nigga

I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'