We are the ones We get knocked down We get back up, and stand above the crowd We stand above the crowd Is it life or death? We are, we are, we are The life I think about Is so much better than this

You upset me baby, yes, you upset me baby Well, like being hit by a fallen tree Woman, what you do to me Well, she's not too tall, complexion is fair Man she knocked me out the way she wears her hair Yes, she's thirty-six in the bust, twenty-eight in the

Me, I just don't give a Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win Count me out, count me in I'll be bouncing back again I been knocked down so many times Counted out 6, 7, 8, 9 Written off like some bad deal

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer I ain't seen my baby since night before last Gettin' high Knocked out And by the time Hey mister bartender, come here I want another drink and I want it now My baby, she gone, she been gone two night And then I sit

You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night You had to be a big shot last night You had to open up your mouth So much fun to be around Well, you went uptown riding in your limousine

Let's hear it for America's suitehearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins But I don't know much about classic cars Media blitz You could have knocked me out with a I know you've heard this all before, but were just Hell's (Neighbors)

C'mon Xzibit Yeah... Ahh, ahh, E-Dub It's that millennium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin' knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing six months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no time I was born in Angola Serving fourteen to ninety

Bye bye baby time to hit the road to dreamland You're my baby dig you in the land of nod Hold tight baby we'll be swinging up in dreamland All night baby where the little cherubs trot Look at that knocked out moon You been a-blowing his top in the blue

Since you been got in the big city Well, you been startin' treatin' me wrong Your mama and your daddy done told me, baby Not to bring you to the South And the bright lights knocked you out I'm gonna send you back to Walker You had nothin' when I met you,