's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money
To , Make Love To Even Got A Lil' Something For The Clubs Too Bumpin' All This Feel Good Music, Real Good Music, Real Hood Music Either You Respect That
be on the spot when I can tell you all the homies that done get shot From at least about five years ago when I was in junior high goin to Marshall The
well that's where the juice man stayin' Gotta have a lady that wanna do what i do Likes skippin'work or love cuttin' high school Servin' all the playas
don't waste all of my time Got you caught up in the mist Mystic girl from triple six Late night tip is all we have, it's time for trick that sick (chorus
closed to the end So when they ask you what school do you attend? Say Stankonia High, then throw two in the wind. ha ha ha ha...... (chorus) X 2 Music
lyrics are hyper" Creating a fusion, of sampling hits We all came down just to be distinctive Some rappers complex, but they can't see the music We show
happen, if the day came and I stopped rappin', would I still have friends or be all alone, do they like me for me or for the microphone, and also, when
Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose Cause when the music comes in, the beat starts thumpin And I'm the only man to keep the girlies high jumpin
known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust
What's so, crazy, I know how niggaz do 'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are [Verse 2 - K-Rino] Listen, in high school with the
But some say my talk don't make no Sense I'm tryin to make the Dollars, my momma told me to go to school and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
But some say my talk don't make no sense I'm tryin to make the dollars, my momma told me To go to school and be a scholar, but school ain't for me So
stuff There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards Man, y'all fuck around with
starting to hear you as the King of grime because you're the one person that has stuck by this genre of music, I'm the, I'm the guy that we love this music
and stand 'em all in line Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine A MAC-11 and this oughtta solve this problem of mine And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all