yay' to snort I never liked the goodbyes, always caught a good vibe Always had a good time, could always spot a good guy From a good guy, look alive,
on I'm packin weight like nina simone Piano flow It's like a Michaelangelo paintin' a portrait of Maya Angelou And gave it to a sick poet for they antidote
snort I never liked the goodbyes, always caught a good vibe Always had a good time, could always spot a good guy From a good guy, look alive, look
With the Kid, that's all, ya dig, ya dont stop Got rifs to rock, brought boones to slam Now who's the man? Kid Rock God damn Back on the scene like a fiend
for a nigger who can really floss Five twenty five can make your mouth leak and on top of that shit You get a check every week You work a week in the
.. This is week I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a... what the fu..? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a
Heaven was a mile away) Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind? (If Heaven was a mile away) Or save it all for you? (If Heaven was a mile
and bullet wound up females Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit A week
to eat (My crew) We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong) We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles) Bumpin shit all summer
got to fight, yeah Imagine this, no gun no knife It's a one on one, son Verse Two: Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream Brain full of schemes, my
MC's with the hype-nitis disease are like crack fiends with the hepatitis B vaccine Navy Seal team make a bitch scream Make 'em suck a dick dipped in
like a bull in a China shop Six pluses believe it I'll be the bomb one day If my shit was droppin in a week today is bomb Sunday One week to get to necrosis
I'm like a bull in a China shop Six pluses believe it I'll be the bomb one day If my shit was droppin in a week today is bomb Sunday One week to get to
hurt Then drive her crazy since she crying and she act worse Yeah, I'm a rapper, I'm a man, but I'm a mac first I need a broad wit a bank and a fat purse
from the gutter A young G from the streets of killa cal, Where riders pack heat and smoke weed as a juvenile It?s all good though, I?m out to prove em all
flee And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night So I hope you don't sleep all night - we on your street all night Say, aw aw, I
dropped down from heaven And I came on my moms and I had a MIC as my fucking weapon When I was three I was just a little G But if you looked in my eyes