Letras
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Kick on back to the rap I format
And when it's through, what you do is just play it back
Rewind it, find it, that's how I designed it
And fellas, if you see a big butt, get behind it
And grind on it, I mean push and pump
'Cause it's about time we made this party jump
Take a drink of your forty and let's get naughty
Get on the floor and just move your body
To the sound I found and also developed
Let's trip, don't sit, come on, get the hell up
Look at the black man, now what's up?
He's not a skinhead, that's the Abdul-Jabbar cut
Yeah, yeah, eastbound
Westbound, all over
Come back, come back, all over
All over the complex and the east side of the party
Now people always ask me and KDC if we
Take this activity at all seriously
I reply with a sigh rather uniquely and say
"Does Donald Trump have a lot of money?" Yes
A stupid question, but I won't quote ya
'Cause I'm not Geraldo, Phil, or Oprah
I'm the K-I-D R-O-C-K
Down with Jive, RCA, hey
How could you judge me? 'Cause what I am
Be blind to my mind, take a look and say, "Fuck him"
Look at the black man, now what's up?
He's not a skinhead, that's the Abdul-Jabbar cut
Okay, yeah
Make us sit at least a mile, we're getting on
One, two to the three
And we always come back for more
Kenny wears a low fade, Danny wears no fade
I wear the high fade and we all get paid
Trying to blow my rap down is sick
But go ahead, huff and puff, 'cause my rap's made of brick
And it sticks, kicks, hits, and uplifts
At shows, it flows, but it never drifts
It's too swift and moves with quickness
Top Dawg again and you say, "What is this?"
It's the underrated MC on top
The young six-foot-one Kid Rock
Look at the black man, now what's up?
He's not a skinhead, that's the Abdul-Jabbar cut
Okay, okay, yeah
Where the beast crew can't get around
The black man from New Jersey
Kid Rock, that's the crew right there
Bitch
Now Patty, keep it going with the guitar
Yeah
All you punk-ass bitches, haha
This is Kid motherfuckin' Rock, haha
The beast crew is in the house
All you suckers
This is a motherfuckin' party
You better ask somebody
So get your motherfuckin' hands up in the air
This ain't no joke
Yo, this the motherfuckin' east side of Detroit
Is in this motherfucker, ahaha
Yo, the black man from parts unknown
Can you dig it, you bitch? Haha
Yeah, yeah
For the '90s, ho