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1. _ E.m.s.p.
A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers
I'm back.
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the early mornin'
Stoned pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
And i be catchin' them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin' stoned pimp,
Straight limpin,
Boone's farm drinkin,
At the party big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin whack mc killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that i'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night
My game's tight, i wish you might
Take a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top dog get down
Radio won't play me, but still i got the kids around
The world 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 i ain'ts no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
When i step straight into the party with my homeboy
Tino
"what's up?"
So get a good look bro
Get a good gander
I'm made in detroit
But my name aint stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' billy ray cyrus
I'm the highest mc of all time
Got my mind on the d
And the d on my mind and the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the tussin and the morphine iv
I be
What they call an o-g bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' early mornin' stoned pimp
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the kid rock party don't stop y'all
Now i'm the self made mack on a mountain on mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
A lincoln continental and a gran marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome d's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And i don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
Cause i'm a true fuckin' player and i mack like a real g h-i-j-k, l-m-n-o-p is for pimpin,
Early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around,
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that i rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, i'll just fuck ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the early morning stoned pi-imp
Hey hey hey
Come on yo.
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the kid rock party don't stop y'all
My name is tino, you know
Baby let's get funky,
I'm like lenny bruce girl but i ain't no goddamn junkie
Cruisin' with the kid in my '71
To the crib of love
Gonna get us some, ladies
We keep em on a string ah
Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my brand new turban
I'm a natural born hoodlum
Not george raft
One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove baby call your mama
I'm like charlie hooker baby
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and kid rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
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2. _ I Wanna Go Back
Cause i remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the clem
With some friends george and jay
It was a funky fresh crew and i'd dj
What a shock it was to be on the steps
Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects
No regrets cause i learned alot
And i earned alot in the parking lot
Doin dirt for the o.gs slangin rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that aint no fable
Watchin' eddie murphy instead of clark gable
My whole life style switched hoss
Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash
But i could never wait for them weekends to come
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
Boom, chick boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin it up in duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin
Open up your ears im tryin to tell you somethin
And give some love back to those who loved me
206 court street and my second mom tracy
Little keesha and cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl flo
Rock round see, you could find me some
But i kept my tables in the crib when i wasnt in the club
Tom rich and mike shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when i didn't have no paper
And im grateful for this
Sometimes i look back and it's these times i miss
Making demos on my old four track
Sometimes i cant help but think, i wanna go back i wanna go back (x2)
Got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with tony and eli
An' they treated me like brothers
R-i-p to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies up here i still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring y'all back
Im pourin beer out for y'all
Im singin i saw the light from my cousin paul
Life brings alot of tragedy
I look around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all i can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
But sometimes i express my love through my anger
And i lost alot of friends for this
Blackman, t-bone, ernest kdc, and chris
And the rest of the beast crew
I aint sayin that im awe, but i still got love for you
Cause i remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right and to the left
Many black men and funk daddy def stef
Cause sometimes i feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice cube, too short, d-nice, yo yo
Kid rock and it dont stop
I wanna go back (x3)
I remember litte robert, cause i stayed with him
I used ta go and see campbell, when i need a trim
And when times got grim and i lost my way,
I used to get blown of with reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them new haven jams
Me and blackman running crazy scams,
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks, runnin' from the cops
The only white kid walkin' round on the block,
Cruisin' in amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see howard for what ya need
Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed
Late night liquor from bubba coles
People used to say, rock you got soul
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck d and murph were the original three
Now richard d and cracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when i roll throught the clem it's all the same
Even though things change, you know i ain't forgot
Cause the love from the past gave birth to kid rock
But it's hard to go back to the things i knew
Cause ta me life a have now lives for two
Yeah, and that's where i'm at
I wanna go back (x3)
Let it ride, let it ride
Way back, uh-huh
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3. _ Intro
It aint no party like a detroit party,
Cause a detroit party dont stop.
I said it aint no party like a detroit party,
Cause a detroit party dont stop.
It aint no party like a detroit party,
Cause a detroit party dont stop.
I said it aint no party like a detroit party,
Cause a detroit party dont stop.
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4. _ Outro
Oh, oh, and ya dont stop
Uhh, uhh, yeah uh huh
It aint no party like a detriot party
Cause a detroit party dont stop
I said it aint no party like a detriot party
Cause a detroit party dont stop
Yeah
It aint no party like a detriot party
Cause a detroit party dont stop
I said it aint no party like a detriot party
Cause a detroit party dont stop
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5. _ Live
Let me hear you say "kid rocks up on the stage"
Hey slick, check it
I'm the rock you know, i'm gonna smoke it up
So i can rock it through old school disco cuts
I'm the crisco slick, checkin sisco's shit
I'm the ultimate
Yes the k, to the i to the d-d-d, r-o-c-c-k all motherfuckin day
While i'm strong, let me steal your rhyme
Got the matches, tank, and the 4 foot bong
Uh, and i aint bullshittin
Suckin motherfuckers with the game i'm spittin
And aint a damn thing changed
Come on y'all and tell me, whats my name?
(kid rock, rock)
I'm the boy fucked up with the hip and hop
And on the seven sea's they call me daddy rock
I had to coochie watch, back in the day
But i pawned that shit for a rock, last may
And now i'm back on track
I dont smoke the crack, dont shoot the smack
I told y'all once, i dont bang
But i lick more coochie than katie lang
Uh, and you dont stop
Rock the rythem that'll make your body pop
That somebody, anybody, all y'all scream
(kid rock, rock)
Check it out yo
What i wanna do is break it down
And show y'all a little somthin about where i come from
Show you some skills of how i used to rock basement party's
On the wheels of steel, back in the day in the klem yo
Check it
(kid rock, rock)
Some of that yo
It aint nothin but a motherfuckin party yo
Break it down on the lst like this
It aint no party like a detroit party
Cause a detroit party dont stop
It aint no party like a detroit party
When your in the fuckin house with kid rock
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6. _ Classic Rock
Well guess whos back, with a big fat cock
Its the kid motherfucker with the classic rock
Like wax that booty, yodeleyeho, punk
Slappin you hoes with dick when i get drunk
From alabama, to texacana
Bend over bitch and let me slam her
Big fat dick up in your booty, oh goody
If your a freaky hoe, well do the backdoor boody
Bitch
Dont need your front
You'de shit your pants if i licked your cunt
Fuckin in the can, fuckin in the showers
I got more hoes then my man ed powers
I wont send flowers at the fuckin (???)
You can bet your ass i'll be screaming (???)
I dont really need to be tied down
Im a rancid man and i'll slap the bells
When i was on the hunt rippin hoes apart
And i fuck so hard i make their pussy fart
Do the hip-hip-hop yep it dont stop
Im back, bitch, with the classic rock
(???)
Now if you wanna be fucked then step up, bitch
Im gonna pack my dick all up in your shit
Now i dont like rubbers, they hold me back
Instead a hoe like (???) would rock that back
I wont cut slack for the stuck up hoes
Here, my prime turn up their nose
Slimmy on a slit, try to tell me how to shake
An' when i trop my drawers and shove up my dick
Huh, you know thats true
I got a pocket full of pills and a bottle of brew
Got a hole nig sue in one dang pants
Fucked em both at the same time
Playin shows, fuckin hoes
Got the dope in my veins and up my nose
I want some hoes i can mack on
Kid rock, an' i get more pussy then a tamp-on
Kid, to the clip, to the grip, to the flip
Stood back, to the slap, to my nuts in your butt
Yeah dont stop, because im back with the classic rock
You put my balls in your mouth, and you dont stop
You put my balls in your mouth
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7. _ Ya Keep On
Pass that dang coat boy i'm back
My name aint jack tripper, but i'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin with the boones wine
Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to
And if you fuck with the rock, i'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcee's
Aint no love for the wanna be's
So, hey ho dont call me joe
Cause the joe's i know, cant even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya dont want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin ole school
Basement party's and the klem fool
Talkin that trash, i wish you would
Come step to rock, it's all good
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Now it's the marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin
Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin
Hittin you straight with the fresh shit
Wid western funk, and i'm the best biatch
The k to the i to the chrome d's
I'm the grand marquees sippin o-e
Pimpin rock, it's my name, my game
Servin you hoe's like it aint no thing
Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin
I dont care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin
Shit, one time, one rhyme
Cause i'm that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick
Hittin you hoe's with the real shit
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Now if you dont know hoe, i'm the man in the dark
I got more ripps than stanly clark
Or george clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some
If ya need some, here's some
If ya dont just step to the rear son
I'm commin with the quickness
If you dis this biatch, you'll wind up on my hit list
I'll put a bounty on your head
Mclough county (?) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead
Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace
But it aint rocky dennis
Watch me bang this rhyme in half
I'm like moses, with the mic. as my staph
Layin down them 10 comandments
Tho shall not dis the rock god damnit
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
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8. _ My Name Is Rock
Fly with new blast, get gas
Kid rock some folks thought i'd flew right past
Faded fast, ran outta gas
Here i come again, all back in that ass
No questions, i tell no lies
Rely kid rock is on the rise
Like a sky scraper
I'm back like smack, and so are the vapors
And the papers, cause i'm gonna rhyme
Right, jump right back up into the lime light
And i'm rackin my brain where the pain was
No i got more soul than the train does
Mid western funkin, car pumpin from the amps in the trunkin
Ya cant stop this boy, this time
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 a glock in my pants
I dont dance, i sit around
I dont sip 40's, i pound
I been around too long, commin too strong
Kid rock got it goin on
See me, see you, see through, emcee's who knew
Fly like the wind, i hang like a hinge
Been gone like rhymes on a drinkin binge
So dont cringe at the sight of rock
Ya wanna fight the rock, ya gotta fight this glock
And you can say my beats are fake
But it dont mean shit when your gettin paid
Hip-hop, the jam dont stop
You know my name is rock (7x)
I'm the d to the o, p to the d
O to the straight up g see
I been around like jesus layin tracks
But i had to come back, i had to come back
Back from the dead, enough said
Still trippin like fred
Be red, ya got a head full of holes
I got a head full of bowls
I'm the k-i straight from the d, punk
From the home of the b funk
Aint no frontin here, i wont disapear
I'll be around next year
I'm the jiffymack
In the rack, writin off for some ify crack
Last year, this year it's all the same
But you know my name is rock
You know my name is rock (8x)
K-i-d's the name
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9. _ Where U At Rock
Huh i grew a hurding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in seattle
You wanna battle with the rock quite frontin'
I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin'
Grab your honey and your beer and i'll break south
Take your money then i'll tell ya get the hell out
I'll put your head out this is my night
How ya gonna step with rock when i got the mic
I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
Paid off the feds now its all about my crew
What you hoes wanna do
One at a time or all at once i'll still roll through your whole crew
Like a south bound trucker
Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts mother fuckers take a loss
And when you step with your anger
I'm like the robot from lost in space (danger danger)
I give a warning but if you don't take it
I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then i'll break it
It's all real cop a feel from my steel
Here's the deal when i say clap your hands like a seal
Or better yet give respect where it's earned
You eat me up i'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned
You took a turn for the worst
Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse
Now how you gonna front on that
Kid rock's in the house that's where i'm at
Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with your girl the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause i just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
1 2 and it don't stop
3 4 and it don't quit
1 2 and it don't stop
From the depths of hell to god's right hand side
I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride
I'll step in stride i'm raw as cow hide
My first lp is still sellin' that ain't no jive
Am i the chosen one
Some people ain't getttin' where i'm comin' from
Or where i'm goin' to stand back
Kid rock's in the house that's where i'm at
Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause i just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Rock the house yo
And i'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye
Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that im crazy fly
I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier bro
I hate to sound like a dick but i told ya so hoe
Old crow and a soul full of desperation
I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration
For you're church or you're family
Ayn rand couldn't stand me so she banned me
I'm like a dandy lion jack
You can cut me down and then i'll pop right back
And attack from the back like a great white
I'm not down with the scrappin' but i'm down for the gun fight
Behind my back talkin' shit
But when i front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch
Keep on and you get your ass macked
Kid rock's in the house that's where i'm at
Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause i just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Over here, over here, uh over here
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause i just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Over here, over here, uh over here
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause i just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
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10. _ Detroit Thang
It's a detroit thing, everybody
It's a detroit thing, tell your body
It's a detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a detroit thing, yeah, yeah
I'm bout to say the law, cause i'm the k-i-d
I'll be whippin and flippin rhyms from the fuckin d
And for the peoples, and for the peoples
Aint nobody in the d bein equals to us
So i bust, cause it's a must that i go for my
With another funky detroit rhyme, yeah
I got it all like jack, and my shit is phat, you know that
And ya dont stop, and ya dont stop
Somebody in the houes?
Somebody, can i get a little soul clap
Can i get a soul clap y'all, a soul, a soul clap y'all
There's a party in the d, where ya at yo
It's a detroit thing, everybody
It's a detroit thing, tell your body
It's a detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a detroit thing, yeah, yeah
I be bustin and fluckin, for the mother fucks
Cause i'm the biggin with the rock
Who got the gettin ducks
Talkin 'bout john lee, i'm talkin 'bout the p funk
Come on lets get drunk
Get a glass of wine, you'll be feelin fine
Rock is on the mic., i'm 'bout to go for mine
Got my shoelaces laced up, my hat turned back
My shit is phat, you know that
It's a detroit thing, everybody
It's a detroit thing, tell you 'bout it
It's a detroit thing, yeah, yeah
It's a detroit thing
Aint talkin 'bout philly, no
Aint talkin 'bout dc., no
Aint talkin 'bout new orleans, where they say the funk got started
I'm talkin 'bout the d, i'm talkin 'bout the d y'all
I'm talkin 'bout the d
It's a detroit thing
Yes, yes y'all, a free freak y'all
To the beach y'all, so unique y'all
I rock, rock y'all, i'm kid rock y'all
There's a party in the d, where ya at yo
It's a detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a detroit thing, same same
It's a detroit thing, everybody
It's a detroit thing, tell your body
It's a detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a detroit thing, yeah, yeah
And ya dont stop, and ya dont quit
And ya dont stop, stop, stop
Let ya body rock, and ya rock a shot
Like in the sure shot
Cause you know i got the fuckin rhyms that'll make you say hooahh
Bring it down
Y'all know what the fuck i'm talkin 'bout
Dont even stand there in the front
Put your hands in the air y'all
Lets rock one more time, here we go
It's a detroit thing, everybody
It's a detroit thing, gonna show you right
It's a detroit thing
It's a detroit thing
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11. _ Shotgun Blast
Ahhhhhhh, shit!
Kid rock back in this motherfuckin house
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying from theses shotgun blasts
Cause i'm rippin, flippin, crippin, like a real one does
So if your rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug
Cause i'm a go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin duty
Cause all theses corney, foney emcee's now a days dont move me
So i'm a show it proof g, so make waves
I got a full time pay, stat to dig graves
Because i'm burryin emcee's, and sharin their ladys
Now you rolled hoe's are carrying my babies
Grab me it never hurt no one
A broken home always hurts someone
Grab me it never hurt no one
I saw kid's get shot, dont sell guns
And still i rip it, flip it, grip it like a real one does
Rockin, shockin on the stage, with a hella steady buzz
From a 5th of ole jimmy beam
We fryin emcee's up just like some motherfuckin jimmy dean
Sausage pattys, and smokin cabbies like it's no thing
Drinkin more colt's then the 45 king
Swingin emcee's like a cow hands rope
And if the guns too loud, oh boy, i'm straight slittin throats
Cause that's the way i like to do shit holmes
Every time i get my gamble on
Yeah that's the way i like to do shit holmes
I never stay in one spot, i was born to roam
Feel like i got bank, but it's not enough friend
Cause i want more bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend
So if ya need some cheep slut, then speak up
Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, cause i'm a cheep fuck
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying from theses shotgun blasts
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12. _ The Prodigal Sun Returns
P-p-p pass the boota, pass the boota
Cause i wanna get, p-p-p pass the boota
P-p-p pass the boota, cause i wanna get off
All the fuckers that are tryin to dis the kid rock
You can get shot, but first i'm gonna get hot
When it comes to rhyms i got a new caddy
Cause you got about as much flavor as a fuckin rice patty
Babe, ahh dont quit your day job
It lights the way ahh
But on the mic i'm god
And workin hard for your moneys what i x'ed hoe
Cause i wont sell my soul for some wax dipped in cheap gold
Par 4 motherfucker whatcha gonna do
1 wood 7 iron and i'm on the green at 2
With 1 putt i lyin a birdy in the hole
I drive the show putt for dough
So give it up hoe
I get a lot of funny looks
I aint stealin your music, my man
I aint to fuckin crook
Your playin dummy with your pride
And you cant tell me shit about a funny vibe
And all that jive your preachin, it's borin
God saved my soul, you save the fuckin rain forest
And i'll meet you in hell
The prodigal son kid rock i rock well
(only time will tell)
Well it's been coast from the midway
Smokin grass and sniffin lines
And at first glance you wouldnt guess no
I even make my own homemade wine
Moonshine, red wine, stir it up, drink it up
Roll it up, light it up, toke down, pass around
Cut it up, light it up, sniff it up, rock it up
Gimme a pipe and i just might smoke it
Object it, sellect it, clean it, protect it
Suck it in, tie it up, stick it and inject it
All night, that's right, pop it drop it
Set it on your tongue and then trip til you peak
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13. _ Black Chick, White Guy
Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe
I don't know but yo it never phased me
But either way heres one tail
Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it couldn't rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshit and whatten
That day came the two started fuckin'
All the time you know kids habit's
Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
9th grade came, i'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man oh lord it was a tuff decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up
Where is it who is it how is it was it right
These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game i'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows i'm still standin'
Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chic with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child
She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor
And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the lord to take that guy away
And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail but first she had his son
Ooohh and now what to do
She had no man no money and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'
And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game i'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows i'm still standin'
Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin' and made her crazy
And she talked about havin' another baby
The guy was like oooh lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle two
Said i want your child or i'm leavin you
I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too
Slut
Could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, i'm pregrant
And if that ain't some shit cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months i don't know why
And then a little girl on the fourth of july
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends
Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out
From the same chic another kid popped out
And that shit's real ill
Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill
She must have known all along
The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred
He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
And he loves him
But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game i'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows i'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
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