Tonalità: F# minor
Verse 1
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You knew that I was coming
'cause you heard my name
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But you don't know my game
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and never felt my pain
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Can't read my brain but you read my lips
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And got scared when you heard that
I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
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Give thanks I'm alive
when I should be dead
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Uh, I'm in the red cause my
mind's distortin'
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People claimin' that they know me,
but they only know a portion
I'ma move mountains
and touch the sun
Don't get scared now,
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you knew this day would come
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So hold your bids, all bets are closed
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And fuck all you hoes
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'Cause it's been
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a long time
comin' but I finally broke
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Like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
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Like some uncut dope motherfucker,
Kid Rock's to blame
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Same game, same name,
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ain't a damn thing changed
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No sell-out, I I ain't no ho, fuck the radio,
comin' from the R-O-M-E-O
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Watch Watch Watch Watch
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
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Self-made and and paid and
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sold off twelve gauges
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Up that ass for the nine-eight, nine-eight
Never Never Never fake, shake,
straight from the Great Lakes
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Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat-out, you you diss me punk,
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that's when I pull the strap out
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And I get to buck-buck-bucking,
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I'm I'm I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your your your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit,
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Top-Dog I'm I'm the CEO
Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
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My My My My My motto, "be cool,
keep pimpin'"
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Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
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Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
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We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog coats
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We float like butterflies,
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sting like queen bees
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Strapped with AKs straight
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from the Chinese
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What the fuck's goin' on in the D
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Bunch of white boys pimpin'
like the K-I-D
And And And it's all good,
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I got love for my honkeys
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We roll thick, kick ass like donkeys
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Anybody fucks with you and I'm
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gonna mack 'em
Verse 3
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Devil without a cause,
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I'm going platinum
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I'm going platinum,
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I'm going platinum
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I'm going platinum, devil without a cause,
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I'm going platinum
Interlude 1
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Verse 4
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Yeah, we come to party,
so get down everybody (come on)
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Yeah, we come to party
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I went from
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St. Claire shores
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and drink specials at Winners
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To New York City and seven
hundred-dollar dinners
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dinners
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From hangin' with sinners
and secondhand cheap sex
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To gettin' much respect
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from top record execs
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The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
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So shut up now or put my
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balls in your mouth
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Bet that ass, hoss, I ain't forgot
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When I was tossed in the
dime bin and left to rot
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Used to call me funny when my
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nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin'
Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want
to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down
I never seen 'em around
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All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you, I got a brand new team
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No triple beams, it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs,
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drop-top, and and jacuzzi
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No more floozies,
only high-class hoes
A couple when it rains and
a few when it snows
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A brand new nose to go along
with my habit
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And a garden hose made
out of twenty-four karat
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karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
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And they sound like you
and all the shit you talk
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Step inside my shoes,
you couldn't fill em' doc
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You're too old to kid,
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too soft to rock
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I already did what most love to shout
Seven years on wax
and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all
over your test of time
Verse 6
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I'm going platinum,
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I'm going platinum
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Oh, I'm going platinum,
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we're going platinum
Devil without a cause,
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I'm going platinum
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Devil, dev il, devil, devil
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Verse 7
Straight out of the
streets of Taylor
Three-foot high, high,
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ready to get fly
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Joe C
Verse 8
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I'm the J-O-E to to to the C, ho
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Call me Joe C,
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got more game than Coleco
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I'm a freak, ho, call me sick
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Three-foot-nine with with
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with a ten-foot dick
dick
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The ladies' pick, I'm a crazy hick
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And rake through kind like a
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bum through wine
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It's my time so I'm gonna
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shine like glass
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Old as piss, but small as ass
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Watch me cash, smoke some hash
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You're raking grass while I'm
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raking cash
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High-ass voice, voice, like Aaron Neville
And I'm down with The Devil
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Say we like to party, rock the party
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(We like to party, rock the party)
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We like to party, rock the party
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(We like to party, rock the party)
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You like to party, rock the party
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(We like to party, rock the party)
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You like to party, rock the party
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Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Outro 1
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