She got goose-egg power-chords And a nasty 2 & 4 She can rock it She can tap in 32 She can show you her tatoo She can rock it What good's a rock without
down the lane A licky boom, boom down Listen for me, you better listen for me now Listen for me, you better listen for me now When me rockin' the microphone me rock it
reached, it was the east detention, where them Whipped down me pants, looked up me bottom Can't take the pressure man me can't take the pain So, babala
goalie and do it extra manage like your forty its federal -Equipto i tell em its no limits see baby just roll wit it knowin its so vivid it easily
, turn me to a tyrant let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone, great wipe the spittle
it again, do it again Do it again, can he do it again? Do it again, do it again Do it again, can we do it? Yeah, you see it everyday All the people
ass Get over it Get over it All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit Get over it, get over it Get over it Get over it It's gotta
album all together? Would you buy it? Would you try it? Would you raise your hands high? Would you recommend performance for something that's so enormous? Why fight it? It
an album all together? Would you buy it? Would you try it? Would you raise your hands high? Would you recommend performance for something that's so enormous? Why fight it? It
FlyPaper, do it again, do it again Do it again, can he do it again? Do it again, do it again Do it again, can we do it? [Verse 1:] Ya, you see everyday
ever built. It was filled with an enormous quantity of hydrogen. Hydrogen had two big advantages over helium. It had greater lifting potential and was much cheaper. Unfortunately, it
Yeah I rock skinnys Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? } Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? } Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock
Escobar Pickin up coke a fiend holds it in a seperate car Cooks it up til it's bright white, cut it tight right Then he slings it to the fiends, lookin
, Yeah I rock skinnys Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? } Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what? } Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I
two-thousand, I say it's God! It's up to you to pray to that higher power higher than yourself and humble yourself and, and, and beg for forgiveness 'cause it
out of line your up shits creek So come with it, Kid Rock's gonna get it His style ain't dope, its a throat, and I slit it I'm raw like cowhide, smooth
