livin' la vida loca Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid
I'm the real macoy And you know my name is rock You know my name is rock (7x) So hey punk, feel the funk Feel the wrath of the rock Non stop, I got
listen up you can fuck Jay-Z and Snoop And Dre and yes Fred Durst Heavy metal's back and it's here to stay Cause rock n roll is American way So join
see it let's dance. (let's dance) [Verse 1 - Lil' Romeo] Clap ya hands, OK, let's dance, Get yo shake on, grab a partner let's dance We gon' rock to
' la vida loca, the only nigga in the hood You could come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid
this here track kid And make mad noise like a Metallica record I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin' When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted 'Cause I rock
Bernie Mac. And i'll body him and his female. I'll put a shell in her head like a bobbypin. Yeah. I'm puttin rock on the stove. A baller push rock and
That:that manager guy. [Fred Casely] Don't worry, Roxie. It's all taken care of. [Roxie Hart] You told him about me? [Fred Casely] Yeah, kid. lt's
both Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder
ya nibble on my ear Yeah, baby girl, it might tickle I drink Old E like Fred D, drink the ripple Word ta God, niggas wanna play hard rock for doses
these jocks in this bright blue pickup drove up It had KC lights, tractor tires, everything but the CB It was a life-size hot wheels car for some dumb rich kid
livin' la vida loca Only nigga in the hood, you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid
talk fo sho respect it And ya red hot, butt and now ya say ya hearin' not It's the rap Fred Flintstone, I makin' the Bed Rock I give it to ya never failin
Loon, meeno, huddy combs, blinky blink Yeah, yeah Kianna, stason Yeah, yeah Cuda love Black fred Me chico Wha-what what what what J.m. Lil' cease Kim Cristal B-rock
stool pidgeon On the payroll of the f.b.i. Reverend fred sold instant religion With a license from the man in the sky Billy the kid was a gunslinger
Maybe I've been on the road to long Livin my life thru these songs I guess lovin a music man Really wasn't in your plans Does it matter if I'm sorry again