brain reacts Front if you want, kid, lay on your back I don't fake jacks, kid, you know I bring it to you live Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta
lights ferris wheel grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parrallel park Kentucky derby on the grill the fact that I'm free lets me know God is
son don't know me I'm chillin' in a hotel room, lonely But I thank God I'm with my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only no radio or
Khan let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan I said let me rock you that's all i wanna do Chaka Khan let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan
shape Myspace I stay in a bitch top eight The only question I ask you bitch niggas is, "Why hate?" The handle on the pistol is pearly like God's gate
fembots We bend blocks with big shots And kill your little homey like Kid Rock's I kid you not, kick rocks or kick box And like a one legged man in an
man eventually, When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five. A clock can kill motivation, that's why I'm never rockin
digging A fat sack of soul, that's how the Sector roll Never making fake material, why should I? The mind is so equipped to rip, so why would I give you
Comin' up between a rock and a hard, watchin' for God People, hip hop and with no option at all Yo, it's how it's goin' down I know in these tryin'
as Obama's don't I know no-one in congress these bitches love me all the way, u got sorta's and kinda's sort of remind you, why you don't call no vagina
'm missin' you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, I'm missin' you Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why We work all week, weekends
Walkin' down the sidewalk not forget that girl That's why I call you the night Let's go warm up the world Open the box My party is on top Damn, will only
my rivals Cross the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know
know that G-5 the only way that we fly Now I'm feelin' like Pharrell and Snoop, the world beautiful Brazilian, Columbian chicks, you know the usual
people searchin' What we know for sure, God is always workin' Workin' while you flirtin', workin' while you jerkin' Workin' while the world is turnin' and these cities burnin' God
bet your ass you're gonna fall (why why why why) (Kid Rock) why the hell yall rappers be frontin' don't publish shit that points to you know nothin
Yeah Baby girl, I know I aint the only one that know you could be bitchy You know what I'm sizzlin? Ol' boy, I know I aint the only one that know you