five on my dresser White tank-top, Dickie's from fiesta Slow and low, here we go Doin' the impossible Jam rock & roll Exotic cold I done lost my high
plan and the message In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria My criteria, smoke cigars Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll With a broke
, give me wack reviews But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap Who can rock, who can roll, who
punk with the pump in the back of my pack How you step rock I step in stride I step across stage with my nuts in my hand The punks wanna front cause I got my
nice It's like the roll of the dice or a whole new life But don't get my song wrong, I enjoy it alot Walkin' around like a big shot 'coz I'm Kid Rock
to hang 'Cause yo Kid Rock rolls like a Stop O I roll thick, I roll heavy D-Nice justs keeps the pace steady So get ready to feel the pain I'm Kid Rock
good, it ain't good 'cos you'll get jumped in my hood Pito Saute Aukilagi!!! It ain't good, it ain't good 'cos you'll get jumped in my hood, ah! [
And they go out for their favorite song They hate when the player game is wrong They like it all night long My caliber's out rated Yeah player, so why hate it My
fear they've destroyed my carrier Have nothing left But I will have my revenge in this lifetime or the next I experience road rage, walk in a slow pace
(achoo), show you I'm rude I'm half Puerto Rock, what, Puerto Rican my pops My moms black, most people call me a mutt Yo, they always said my first words
know no denial We are fuckin drug addicts, ha ha! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Gotta do it - Kurt Cobain! [Proof] Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll
no denial We are fuckin drug addicts, ha ha! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Gotta do it - Kurt Cobain! [Proof] Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll
and diminish the thoughts The elevation of survival when it's vital, the rock, the rock Dedication of the love for myself, the love for my wealth The love for my
countin' your paper kid, without a GED? Slow down, let me do my thing now, hold up Maybe that's the reason you stressed, quick to roll up Put the L down
shit get ridiculous I'm hittin' switches like six fo's, bouncin' and leanin' The West coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon And the rock's all stashed up Roll
So I turn ya radio up and head to the spot Get loose like a Slipknot watch the Kid Rock Just do it, just do it Just do it do it do it Just do it rock
rock No regrets for doing shit I had to do I was hard headed and yea, I still am too But you know I got things under control So you should slow your roll
come down ruff and wicked from the Bronx, seen? Come down my selector All crew just hold tight Enough respect, check it out R&B now run tings again an' Rock n' roll