, get your groove on Say goodbye, everything must die, solidify And fly to a new level A place where love is unconditional, physical And non-denomanitional Like a snake, shed my skin
Translation: Kid Rock. New Skin.
of herb won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop 'Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean
niggas that ride for this shit You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch Light skinned nigga in the
say say, "Black get off the 'zack, you block my urinal tract" I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't know me You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin
than some brand new detergent Ya heard me? And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie Tell 'em get on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy) [Shanell] I love the skin
m talkin? the bad bitches, you on some funny shit You go for broke? I go for gettin? money, kid I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head To all
m in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed With sex, drugs and rock & roll New tecs and calicos! Word has
big bozak grab that Like Mr. Long, my brother from another mother Yo check it out (Bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, c'mon!) Speak to your speaker, cause it's the time of day Something new
'mon, c'mon I love hip-hop, not rock 'n' roll Yeah, I'm a Giant, and I got lots of soul I've been a Giant since I was a kid They always thought I was
hustla whatever u need girl ima hold u down [Bun B] Bun B da ima man amongst men my chain is white gold my steel is ? im made of tough skin u gon respect
skin brown suede Timbs Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all occasions Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas gobbles White House Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock
Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a million to life Thug for life, forever eyein' the kid '89 stick-up kid, King of New York Regulation party, daddy hard
've come a long way since kunta kintizzy And you don't stop, rock on Chubb rock flip the script 'cause I'm gone Verse three: chubb rock Yippi-yi-yeah
and you're gone like damn Call me what you want, but I am what I am [verse three] Ha ha Now you got light skin, dark skin, east coast, west coast Old school, new
kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off propa There's no place like home, New York,
tense You waited, debated and now you activated A musical genius that could not be duplicated See I have the formula for rockin' the house If you cannot rock
prepared, paperclips, on your mouth I rock Virginia, tag Atlanta, 95 South Then hit Miami, let the girls feel my stiff jammy I'm national kid, girls
