Left of mother, right for you What I offer, you can't lose For all you know, I could have changed How about you? Hey, how about that? Hey, how about
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got big, we grinded in them city streets And three left and they all tryin' na beef me There's one Birdman and one J.R We neighborhood superstars mother
the shit that have your sight in a blur Make you swerve to the curve, 'cause your eyes are blurry You see 12 on the right you bust a left in a hurry
Never again in your mother fucking life) Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac (Gonna shoot the shit outa you little fucking midgits, Hailie will whip your mother
you got (Never again in your mother fucking life) Ja quit playing knock it off your not Tupac (Gonna shoot the shit outa you little fucking midgits, Hailie will whip your mother
two years of recording, y'all I'm hungry as fuck I'll eat tapedecks, CD's, mini discs Turntables, speakers and the board for the mix Nothing left, how
mil. All I knew was siccmade. Nobody wanted to kick it then. So all I could do was get paid. Dropped a couple tapes and I had to change up. Niggas threw a curve
I'm givin' 'em what they need dick The dope game was gettin' played to the left I had to do somethin' because there wasn't to much time left I went to
beats Packin' this third eye, pursue a Cyclops They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks Words in my right, that pass my left ear Your
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes All world class Kid Rock, mother fucker, yo, I ain't no
windows of our house left open. Letting the cool ocean air soothe the sunburned shoulders of our children. there is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve
bringing me down [whats that?] so expect [what?] a kilo on my neck when you see me in the jets with a sleezy on my left [left] a nigga really think
can be confused, I don't envy you I'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner,
.' I made me a record (they'll buys it) (This way Atlanta, Georgia) This song: Sings: I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, left my home Mm-mm-mm Lord, Lord,
they throwin' us curve balls but we Hank Aarons A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers Teenage mothers
(featuring snoop dogg) Kid rock I got the sex rhymes Kid rock I got the sex rhymes Kid rock I got the sex rhymes All world class Kid rock mother fucker
somebody's daughter, somebody's mother and somebody's sister I said think about that stuff when you diss her That's somebody's daughter, somebody's mother
