I was eleven got the truly dict My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey, shit You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid
train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dodgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfing like golf, he had plenty gophers Can't get paid, the earth is big You worthless kid
sure I had plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers Can't get paid, the earth is big You worthless kid
With a rap, that's shittin' on the story of Jack Sprat So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid
and cock 'em, anythin' bubble I'm poppin' Anything stumble, I'm droppin', whatever you rollin', I'm toppin' And it's fully loaded, I'm coppin', wheww No more slang rocks, I rock rocks
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around Yo
think my story's amazin I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him So many blackmen die for drugs I think back on the way life was Before rock
A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu-pu-fuckin' puffs bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips
boii) Is it true you murdering tracks without cussin'? (Yeah boii) Everywhere the kid goin' it startin' ruckus (Yeah boii) Ain't chu like something the kid
talk I'd rather cough sick of rap mixed with rock I'm a narc smokin trees in the dark part of the car park-Keep on Moving I stopped Sick of Kid Rock makin
out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid I'm too blazed, and I'm too high
was out all day until the job was done Instead of rockin the parties I was robbin 'em The females, paid me no mind, not a Giant Andre Barnes at the time But the rock
White Fingering Pamela Lee We on the balcony dare one of ya'll to Malcolm X me Somebody might catch a Kennedy Yo let me adjust my lens through these binoculars I paid 5 G's sliding off like Kid
a side of French fries, not kid sized Sixes fives, I give off a pimp's vibe Is it the vines? Watch like a sitcom Throwin' rocks with my pitchin' arm
'm pooped But anyway the wind blows, the Dust you gotta go Chorus [Kid Crumbs] It's like Crumbs stay at a mic, comes to and from the ashes Pass the what kid
with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff playing for keeps I buss in 'em 'fore she get off I run the city just pull up and drop the kid
of tv screens movie type scenes Just like blues, hip-hop paid dues Dues can be recouped if you act souped Makin pop beats, so keep it street [chubb rock