I guess I'm freaking forty, Oh, but I'm better of them some, Well I might be freaking forty, But you're freaking forty-one. Well I guess I'm freaking forty
damn it Tish was my bitch, til she fucked my god brother I was heated when I heard, wanted to go upside his head It was Christmas I just bought the bitch a sheepskin kid
my Lords and raps, these bags of dope Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key Wash your squad up, I roll double refuse to rock Closed up my door
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this
Or Should I Say Asses What Would Be The More Politically Correct Term To Use For The Masses Hold Up Hold Up Hold Up New York City Man It's The Kid
to give out for the souls I report I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker A fresh linen scent so sniffer
I take her back then I put it in her ribs (Holla at me baby) I'm a monster, I do it real big You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby) You
DIGGA] I rock the Dooby and L rocks the Nubian twists 96 Muthafuckas gettin' dissed [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty
a man eventually, When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five. A clock can kill motivation, that's why I'm never rockin