Traduction: Soundtracks (autres pistes) Soundtrack. Maman de Kyle est une pute Big Fat [Joe C. Avec Kid Rock].
Sometimes in our lives we all have pain We all have sorrow But if we are wise We know that there's always tomorrow Lean on me, when you're not strong
(daddy cool), call me cool (daddy cool) I'm cool (daddy cool), call me cool (yeah) Bad ass, daddy cool, bad ass, daddy cool Bad ass, daddy cool, bad ass [Kid Rock
carry me Carry me carry me Carry me home Carry me home Save me from the darkness Save me from the hardness Carry me carry me Carry me home Just the other
grace, and we say Mam If you aint into that, we don't give a God damn I had a good friend in N.Y. city He never called me Kid Rock, he called me hillbilly
CARTMAN Weelll... Kyle's mom is a bitch, she's a big fat bitch She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world She's a stupid bitch, if there ever
She's got legs, she knows how to use them She never begs, she knows how to choose them She's holdin' legs, wondering how to feel them Would you get behind
Well, I guess I'm freaking forty, I can't say that I am thrilled I never dated or known a writer, I'll probably never will. Well I guess I'm freaking
player, now watch me throw it I feel we owe it to the people on the real side To collide styles because it seems real music died We got pride in the city Detroit Kid Rock
R. Kelly) [Chorus:] Lights, Thats The S-Stamina Action Ima Rock Star Check The Crowd Reaction Im Like Lights, Thats The S-Stamina Action Ima Rock Star
Warrior Yeah So don't tell me who's wrong or right when liberty starts slipping away And if you ain't gonna fight Get out of the way Cause freedom ain
Ha You took my friends away, yeah You got them livin' for the grave Now everything's been fine since you been gone But you made my winter's feel
Verse 1 Refrain Verse 2 Verse 3 I've been sittin' here Tryin' to find myself I need to get behind myself I need to rewind myself Lookin' for the
Awwwwwww shit!!!! (Chorus) <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Kid Rock back in this motherfucking house Feel the effects
In the summer clouds I see your face Everywhere I go you follow me home And when I want to sleep I just can't do it Everywhere I go you follow me
the map and im a phoney in disguise, tryin to make the radio, i'm an anti-social anarchist dyslexic so and so, they say i'm just a stupid kid, just a crazy radical, rock
rocks to the fiends now Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds Any other dude who dish rocks want beef Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris Rock
livin' la vida loca Only nigga in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca Nark's wanna see me and my team in a chair They heard about the kid
