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Lit up like the Fourth I'm a happy drunk Come to poppa big momma 'cause your daddy's drunk I wanna pump, pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou Thems all things that I ain't gonna buy you It's like one of them freak things Hit it once maybe every couple week things I got no love I got no riches I don't roll Vogues and I ain't got Switches I got no game I can't reward ya But if you want a long one baby I got one for ya – this is your shot I got one for ya – this is your shot People always talkin' what they gonna do They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe I can't understand all the push and shove And what the fuck happened to the peace and love Who planted that glove man I don't care I'm too busy runnin' fingers through your momma's hair I got no time for the fakes and phonies The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies Am I the only one on my side Test my pride I bet you run and hide You think I'm weak so you're lookin' for the kill But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil I got one for ya – this is your shot I got one for ya – this is your shot Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy Yeah, lay it down brother Lay it down with me baby Lay it down with me baby This is your shot Record companies stressing 'cause they all want hits And yeah I'm 'bout it 'bout it so I make 'em like this They say, "Hey there boy all we need is one song Shorten up that hook we don't need it that long." Don't want to hear me cuss, don't want to hear me brag So I'm grabbin' on my thingy while I let my pants sag Never thinkin' what I'm writin’, just writin' what I'm doin'. They say they like my records but they're still boo-hooin' My joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya Hey flime you wanna hit money I got one for ya – this is your shot I got one for ya – this is your shot We got one for ya babe - me and Kid Rock We got one for ya babe - me and Kid Rock Hey hey I got one for ya babe I got one for ya babe I got one for ya babe (Robert Bradley just doin' his thang) I like that Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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