ya A shakedown from Alcatraz to Attica Because we rock the jails Wit it and Mase write the verse on the walls of cells They've got no place for me In my
down nobody knows shit My peers, little ears Came up to me with a eye full of tears Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice Kid rolled us, played
, room So I can Bangkok, better yet, knock Italy But raindrops keep fallin' on my couch, try to sit with me Tamperin' up my program, so I play another slow
a French kiss Black gloves, no prints, dark tints Word on the street, they ain't heard from him since You know about life after kicked the kid in Since me and my
iller than a chess player I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we sayin' on the records real Yeah, you motherfuckin' right kid you know the deal My
hear is OH and WHOAH And of course HO!!! Hey yo, turn up my flow I am hip hop, you don't know you too slow Hey bro, I'm dope because I say so I see truth
drum Here he come, here he come, here he, kitty come come Cool chief rocker, don't drink further Used to keep chiffon inside my locker Used to get toed down, now I slow
my homies face in with a rock An' then the people came and took me away They made me eat pills, like 25 everyday Everything is slowing, slow like in slow
With a rebel flag and some cowboy boots The closer that we get, the clearer it became It was Kid Rock yellin', "What's my name?" [Incomprehensible] Toxic Sludge Warrior, my
said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!" Now P be dat new kid on the block 36 O-Z's choppin up rocks in my rock shop And
packings a must Its part of my nature part of my wake up Part of my waist yep Part of my waist chump For this part of my waist chump Come part of your
, sick of havin' beef with my momma And beef with my sisters my brother got murdered Over marijuana bless the bewilders Strugglin', hustlin' all of my life, watching my
snake bit me Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me My heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit me So many new
bubblin' good Analyze stocks, we'll be buyin' lion heads and cloths To all my house bitches, starks will be home soon I'm on tour chill, catch you ninety-six in June But until then my
the mayor It's my borough, you don't want no problems I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside I ride the top, you glide the bottom Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my
my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from morocco Bellies on the rocks
when it comes down to broads But this wop here is like the Grammy Awards Had style and grace and class a lot of taste On a slow dance we romance around my
with wings And feathers of the same, so we flock much Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this Mic, to touch like an entire stadium With my boys to