the end of the story I hate flyin' cause the glory scares me I ain't flyin' even though you dared me I'm only in this for the declaration We only rock
About blowin this rock, off the map Microphone up off of you, cause it's Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm To try to rock the crowd
around, cover ground Throw it on the brother now, you swore I had your mother on the ground High rollers that know us Crisp pop, giftshop, hollas that rock
ATL Georgia To New York City The Kings have Arrived Let's Rock Let's Rock uh huh Don't Stop Let's Rock Don't Stop Let's Rock Let's Rock Don't Stop [
got they tools missin Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven [Black Thought] Yo, you go one for my hustle (hustle) Two to rock rhyme (two to rock rhyme) From the muscle kid
long to measure My Clan a make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure No surprise, double disc touched five Those elements, kept environments colonized with the high flyin
like Mariah and Nick Fly in the '60 U.F.O. Unidentified flyin object on twenty-fo's More money more hoes, more money more clothes Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro (yeah) I rock
D.D. Artis) [female singer - repeat in background] I'm just happy to be here! [E-40 over singer] Hard times, the struggle The ups and downs, the highs
rather build my life Cause it's a kid with a chance It's a rock and roll band It's a farmer cuttin' hay It's a big flag flyin' in the summer wind Over
tequila so I swallow the liter How can life feel sweeter (cant) So I passed out rolled up do it again Wont neva roll up ya crew in the wind High velocity high
I'm MJ, fuck what you're man say, I got a new cannon that's hologram gray, Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on high off the cron cron It used
you know about it [Verse 2] Just when you thought that I had put back on my clothes Look at here, there he is, flyin out the side door Time to rock &
lyrical material that's all that Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el Rock like Patti La-Belle Cause everything is real kid, you dead up Dissect
new beginnings More money or window trimmings And if the good Lord?s willin?, I?m a keep on chillin?, refillin? and flyin? high Flyin? high In an old lawn chair Flyin? high
goin' Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO "Kid Rock