(i love my Chick) i love my baby yup yup i love you boy (i love my Chick) i love my baby (i love my Chick) i love my baby i love my baby he bring me
but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I
Label - MAFIA Admirin my shoes by Gucci I be eatin sushi, playin with my coochi Countin lucci. Nigga I got banks to rob Convertable Saabs. I'm married
to my flag, and my flag red I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind from the bottom I climb You ain't hotter at mine, nope, not on my time and I'm
I'm gunna make it I'm good where I'm at, keep the glamour and the glitz I don't run from my fans, cause my stamina is shit I appreciate the heads, the
I drop off my singles, I'm droppin one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits I gave you "All I Do Is Win", I live this shit And,
... [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes:] It's Buss Rhymes baby Back in the kitchen I'm cooking and I think you better listen Look I hit them again, while I give
my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn And Detroit's city where I was born When I was young I knew I'd always be A super live body rockin' emcee I'm TNT I
fuck ya I don't wanna hafta bust ya open But I think ya looking to closely And I don't wanna hafta bust ya eyes Fuck it! Fuck ya eyes! Fuck ya mama! Fuck
get burned cause now I've been low lately waiting my turn Turn off my radio cause I'm not concerned with y'all Weak rhymes same topics This one for the
And I love those niggas, but I don't love ya'll Bust a slug for those niggas, but bust a slug at ya'll And I get physical, visual, very artistical Givin
be all serious... I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit. Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm. Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero
slow And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby "Gimme Some Mo'" You say you like that, when I hit it from behind And I'll be right back; yeah that's my very
slow And er'ytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby ?Gimme Some Mo? You say you likin that When I be hittin it from behind and I be rightin back Ye that's my very
greens Cut you knocking me to my knees Was killing me when I miss, ah Nothing I need more than a fish fry [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Shit, It taste good, I
to spit em, but through my rhymes they livin We the Bridge through tracks I'm givin Never lose sight, 41st Side's my life The 40th Side of life, dunn
Get Enough, Bussa Buss Baby Let me holla at ya Shorty [Busta Rhymes:] Before I put my cup on yo ass, You lookin I could park my truck on yo ass, Shorty
okay) Kali baby I got chicks in different zip codes (UH HUH) They love the way I Busta Rhymes, like I'm from Flipmode (HUHH!) I know I ain't that, I'm