Kid Rockin' I'm-a letchya know CHORUS (Female vocalists) I been sittin' here just wastin' time Drinkin', smokin', thinkin', tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time Drinkin', smokin
's in Atlanta. [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] The strip club is the place to hang Just watchin' all the bitches just throwin' that thang In a smoke-filled
Verse Three: 2Pac Lately been reminiscin bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the block Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks It's the project kid
and watch the show and just rock slow It's not what you expected, tho what you thought though Bout time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke It
your guns Throw your guns down, put 'em down Yo, we in the fields with heat You fake niggaz eat kid meals to meat We street referees, we rock jean jackets
It's prepared for the stand off, once you hand off that white rock, and then give birth to a knot Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam You
me-ray Now it's about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate,
Devil Say we like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock
time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Smokin' and drinkin' I been sittin'here just wastin' time drinking
: 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
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
: Kid rock that's right you know I'm back ho From the dead where I had to lay low Seems strange but I ain't changed nothing Pot smokin' beer drinkin
verbal war It will always be me who you gonna be compare to Chorus Rapverse3 (Isam) You claim that I'm a mammas boy Cuz I don't smoke or drink alcohol
me Way cooler than AC's Your boy be cakey Roll hard like Stake Key Dimes embrace me Lace me, they bring the whip cream to taste me If I buy you a drink
dresser, police got me under pressure Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X) Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin
J Blige-Chorus] [Mary J Blige] gonna gonna be about a matter of time before you get loose and start to lose your mind cop you a drink, go ahead and rock
eye with the fish in it (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks With
fuck with And don't say we didn't warn ya I got this Detroit thang with more love that California Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid
