Black 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
Ballaz is coming Faggots, smelling at me looking happy, don't make me Take your sweet sixteen and turn the ants into a sugar daddy You need a quilt
bone I feel you playboy Dust to dust uh, for real My rib, my wiz, my dip, my boo My chick, my sugar, my shorty all you My dove, my dogg, my love, my rock
game got switched on some Ludacris shit So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch! I put too much sugar in my kool-aid And partied like a kid with a high
Tom Hanks So put this in yo' jaw like weiners and beef franks [Chorus] [Verse 3] I put too much sugar in my Kool..Aid And party like a kid wit a high
vapors Better Praise the Lord, keep the faith Praise the Lord, keep the faith Praise the Lord, keep the faith Praise the Lord, keep the faith Say roll to the rock, rock
, dips with pretty lips Bros with or without doe flip for hits Yo, microphone check one, be no other heap topping I rock a flock and mock, Sheep, Sheep rocking
me that, kid, you pah will put you in the mourge Listen to hot diggity dog Bibb bow wow wow wow wow Yipity yie yo, yipity yo yie yeah Digity dog is rockin
rock, come on y'all) Rock (say freeze, come on!) Freeze! (say rock, come on y'all) Rock (say freeze, come on!) Freeze! (say rock, come on y'all) Rock
, sleet, snow Whatever, see if it go down, we go together Like Twix bars, ain't no problem that we can't fix, ma You ain't gotta sugar my tank or key the kid
Im droppin your lyrics on your best kid rock beat Now ima kick ya like this and like that I'm kickin a funky track with kid rock because we go way back
us right back The kid is smart the kid is clever Stompin' in Jackolantern's weather Backpack strapped 'cuz the world is cold Headphones pumpin' don't ya know The kid is smart the kid
rock 'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro' Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
got a mothafucka slingin' cane So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks The shit
Ace is the place with the helpful hardware Prime's got a spare, it's truth or dare Stare into the face of a kid who is a hypocrite Take all that hate,
a let you know You can't get away with tryin to steal my flow In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock Kid Rock never rode a bike down
one, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down Yes, I rock to the