I know what you go through From me to you, I love you From the nigga to the baller, never satisfied So the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your
if that street yappin made you famous, then you a star Star; hey, write down "star" Write down "star" on a piece of paper Hold it up in front of you,
: We boss rap, like we boss these... We're the type of people that don't berry the ax, Hold up! We boss rap, like we... We're the type of people counting
me Extra deep, TECs on me, swinging nothing less on me Spending twenty at the bar, whole club, that's on me Hunt it out, call it out, count it up, ball
where Malcolm stood, now brother?s plus they blow out A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fuckin' ?fro out Limpin' up the one tree fives, the P jects
you I never meant to break your heart May God pick up the pieces of dreams that fall apart Forgive me and forget me, make a brand new start Don't blink
, got her knocked up Uh oh, reality check, hold up I gotta figure out a way to get this dough up I don't want my son to hate me when he grow up So I
yo, the same old G, yo that's my shit Switch CD's threw on Nas shit Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin' me head mouth clogged up Flusher
cool piranha, yeah Two wheel scooters, the new Rugers Floating through the Beverly Center Counting ten up with my shooter All of these is high powered, Bob Dylan style, my nigga Posted up
tone is coffee and milk, mixed up Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding
of cataract It don't matter that, your glass house I shatter that Bad luck I walk under now show me where the ladder at Pull up the urinal organs up in
they like me(Oh I think they like me) Oh I think they think they like me(Oh I think they like me) Oh I think they think they like me(Oh I think they like
Now the things I do make me a star And you can be too if you know who you are Like a Brougham on the corner, big boy in a car Be the Kid in Kid Rock,
hold on hold on hold on, and I hold on hold on hold on And I tell myself hold on hold on hold on, and hold on hold on hold on She's a dandelion up on
.o.w just got a habit Of speeding up your heartbeat Holding you no doubt yo bomfunk mc's do it to the crowd What up looking good catch me cooking food
.o.w just got a habit of speeding up your heartbeat holding you no doubt yo bomfunk mc's do it to the crowd what up looking good catch me cooking food
Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway What y'all thinkin' about? Black Elvis, rock star, walkin' down Broadway Chillin' in the project hallway Black Elvis, rock star
my hand up all up in that crack Nurse that breast, tittie milk can give me stimulation I throw your legs your perfume, give me motivation I drive surface