Yeah, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window? Can't you hear me knockin' on your door? Can't you hear me knockin' down your
, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window Can't you hear me knockin' on your door Can't you hear me knockin' down your
Can't you hear me knockin' when you're safe asleep Can't you hear me knockin' down the gas light street Can't you hear me knockin' throw me down the
you can't roll with me I roll alone, And ain't no use in callin' me either I can't seem to hear my phone. Fuck the promoter cause he ain't tryin' to pay
on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type
Stone cold cell Raised from hell Holdin' me For first degree One more morn For calm, for dawn You shall see They'll come for me I confessed I've been
't know you at all Solo flyin mystery man Won't you take me on a ride Cos I've been waitin all my life to hear you Say you want me, I said I said I swear
When you gonna learn sucker? You just can't fuck with TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr I'm an American bad ass Watch me kick You can roll with rock Or you can
outta nowhere Prepare You be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone Without a microphone But don't you forget you
you got From outta nowhere Prepare You be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone Without a microphone But don't you
speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window Can't you hear me knockin' on your door Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street,
see Just what you're looking for You roll me over, make me moan, Oh, such a velvet touch You'd melt a heart of stone Anytime, anyplace, I'm just the
Can't you hear me knockin'? Ahh, are you safe asleep? Can't you hear me knockin'? Yeah, down the gas light street, now Can't you hear me knockin'? Yeah
you gonna learn sucker, you just can't fuck with Twisted Br-Br-Brown Brown, Trucker I'm an, American Bad Ass, watch me kick You can roll with rock or you
's my crew, roll wit us or you'll get ran through We loved by few and still true, let me tell y'all just what it do So if you lookin' for me, I ain't
late night cookin ki's in the kitchen, give me nine ounces let me get up on a mission make my damn green so I can be like you, We just in this bitch chillin