with "you know what I'm sayin'" sample throughout
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(Kracker)
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You must be outta your mind
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what do ya think you're doin' here
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20 years gone by, and you still don't know why
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when there was a day one, there was a DJ Run
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and when you think of days way back, there was a Daryl Mac
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and before you had a ghetto blaster,
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there really was a Jam Master
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kid kracker, that's me, yo Kid Rock,
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come show the unknown what you think is what
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(Kid Rock)
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What chyall do is just in a legend
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been rhymin' since the age of eleven
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I know the records so I'm goin' to heaven
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seven and I'm rollin eleven
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beats platinum popper your copper
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you rock a Benz but I got a chopper
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sayin' this thing over and over
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you think I'm playin, but I'm not so I'll say it again
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I'm say only you know what I'm sayin'
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playin' what you think I'm playin'
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rollie while my hommie is Joey
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the problem is y'all think that you know me
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never have I ever been better
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mad cause I'm tougher than leather
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sunny on the story is whether you know what I'm sayin
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I'm the king and I'm rulin' forever
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(Kracker)
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Yeah, you better believe Hip-hop and rock does exist
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and before you cross that off the list,
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you better get yourself some of this
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and you can wish til your eyes bleed
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but you know what I mean
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and this stuff aint never been so mean
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so you better come clean before you can't come at all
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cuz once you start to spit
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you can bet your ass you're gonna fall
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I said you can bet your ass you're gonna fall (why why why why)
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(Kid Rock)
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why the hell yall rappers be frontin'
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don't publish shit that points to you know nothin
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that rollie must be borrowed or somethin'
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and when I roll up like this I been huntin'
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feedin' up a bunch for a million
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thinkin' that your makin' a killin'
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now the day is over no moanin'
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y'all sucker's sober that your checkin'
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out a certain feelin'
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what happened to those couple of hoes
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damn you and you payin' them hoes
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and that wasn't complementray mode
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it's like that and that's the way that it goes, bitch
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(Kracker)
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while you busy sleepin, Run DMC is busy eatin'
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steaks, shrimp, Lobster up in Maine
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champaign from L.A. to Spain
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Detroit to Texas
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Nobody checks us
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new moves
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and you can't see it
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you better get some glass cuz its
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Run DMC n
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or Jam Master Jay n
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lets playin'
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cuz if you don't say it
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some one else will
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who sport this bill
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******Need some help here...
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(Run)
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Do you hear the beats up to the ceiling
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Brooklyn all the way to New Zealand
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Harlem all the way to Jamaica
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Run's up in your Bodega
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Queen's, and
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to the playa's in
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all your hustlers in Memphis
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livin' up in tenament buildings
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(Kracker)
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Uh huh and we all say none
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and there'll be no more
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from shore to shore
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coast to coast
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Run DMC, Jam Master Jay, Kid Rock, Kracker
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chillin' in most
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chillin' aint nobody illin'
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we walk this line
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and contrary to popular belief
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real stars do shine
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and from behind
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so lets rip
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no shots
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we hot on this hustle
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thanks for comin' out
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god bless
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good night like Russell (wha wha wha wha)
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DMC: wha wha wha wha wha
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wha wha wha wha wha
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wha wha wha wha wha
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You Know What I'm Saying
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