X I'm going to the valley Vauco the valley I'm goin to the valley what you think fo [4] - From Texas to Cali we get our ye from the valley We be hustlin
shot of whiskey Yo-da-lin in the valley Yeah kid rock kid rock Yo-yo-yo da lin in the valley Yeah kid rock kid rock Yo da laheoooo Yo here's a story
Let me take us away Yeah, we leave at night We stay by day Say you're with me There's gold ahead, there's golden dreams And life's hills and valleys
Hard to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips with cash flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice In they Roleys they rock
singing in the morning (Singing, Hallelujah time) Let them sing, don't you let them cry (Over rocks and mountains) The sheep are scattered all around Over hills and valleys
is the ocean? I lost my way Hey hey hey I'm a rock in a landslide Rolling over the mountainside How deep is the valley? How deep is the valley? It
sat down and had a drink with me What's this about Alabama? It keeps a coming back to me I heard your plea in the courthouse, witness box began to rock
to Thee For those in Peril on the sea. Oh Christ, the Lord of hill and plain, O'er which our traffic runs amain. By mountain pass or valley low
the best but the best for you, yeah And I step outside the door (Step outside the door) Blinded by a million lights In the valley of the fool (In the valley
I got the black gate Twin 38s just to keep things straight I'm late for everything, money is joy I run the rap game like a ol' D boy I can rock gator
rock sweet apparrel The mother of my child, we not together Baby it's your back, I got forever As the weather, talks to us Him rockin the Holy Spirit
'll bounce over beats and rock shows So fast so slow never know where the day may go Bounce and we bubble over hills and valleys We go through the fields
The sirens are screamin' And the fires are howlin' Way down in the valley tonight There's a man in the shadows With a gun in his eye And a blade shinin
love, And we will all the pleasures prove By hills and valleys, dales and fields, And all the pleasant pastures yields. There will we sit upon the rocks
losing ground and soon enough you're gonna have your day. Get your way. You know I always get my way. I'm hot! I do succeed. Like Washington at Valley
I see it all before me The days of love and torment The nights of rock and roll I see it all before me Sometimes my spirit's empty Don't have the will
Baby was a black sheep, baby was a whore Baby got big and baby get bigger Baby get something, baby get more Baby, baby, baby was a rock n' roll nigger
boring messages on my machine He's talkin' to me but there's nobody home He don't go mano think's that is obscene You're a zero on my rock-o-meter