hoe, rocking J-Lo Skating up the block, I'm crawling slow [Hook x2] [Z-Ro] Solid, as a rock Profiling in the turning lane, banging down your block
o, straight haze out the purple jars Double park in front of Tito, dunn my chips lay like Fritos Ill pimp, chicks take a glipse and turn into freak hoes I rock
fat bitch! [Chorus: Kid Rock] Kyle's momma is a big fat bitch [x3] [Joe] She's a three-toed, stanky-ass, cross-eyed bitch! [Kid Rock] Uh-huh.. Kid Rock
and drop Four tires, eighty inches of chrome hurtin' ya dome In Vibe magazine with a silk shirt on Come on, let me show ya how the South Coast rock Wanna
kill a baby or something. Hoe, I wouldn't blow breath in your body if I had the power to squeeze koolaid out of a rock. Lesser motherfuckers got more
I won't stop buckin' 'til there's no one left [Antonio Twice Thou] Spit the hot shit for niggas on the block down on rock shit All about money and skins
Tic toc, this is how we rock throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um) Tic toc, this is how we rock throw your hands in the air and please
With gun shots, plenty of fenny, each year spillin more henny and mary Shout out 5 shuckin in the rock, back to one twenty Yea the whole south city I
and Park, with AJ and Free Or MTV, come take a look at my house And after that, come take a look at my mouth Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
of Hoovers and Bloods, final destination where I stay On F-O-N-D-R-E-N, all the way back to the Leaf Mo City, Hiram-Clarke, South Park my niggaz vouching
to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell em how the south sound I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell em how the south
sweat dreams girls backin dey ass up now they 400 degrees Ha Hot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on da block girl Have you screamin "STOP GIRL" I rock
Girls backin dey ass up now they 400 degrees ha Hot girl, tryin to give to niggaz up on da block girl Have you screamin "stop girl" I rock worlds with
was good looking Just one bad ass bitch from Brooklyn. Not here to steal your loot, your coach, your rocks making niggas drop wheneve we hit the block
gets deeper when things get real I'm down to stickin out West Bank for my mill And I'm from Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of Park South Well I'
no socks Owin the block cell phones roamin the lot We can ball in the in yacht, i'm talkin bout home of the rocks Rockin a sporty spliff, we bumpin 40
Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes Chop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block
Pablo] Big bird gotta new flock that wanna fly south soarin to the next block you bed not park in the place where the sign says aint no park gone make