One, two, three kick it Hey yo Dre what's going on man what's going on Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record No tell what'cha all gonna do Ok you want me to do the intro alright Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm getting

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be Baby, just let it be See where this thing goes So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? So, c'mon ride with me, ride with me Baby, lay on back and relax, kick your pretty feet up on my

I bet this last time's the one time too many The rush of waiting is burning through my head Right after supper her brother shower's twice a week He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow The lonely

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same

Kick back, move in on the down low Where your sun tan lights up when the stars go Write your name on the fogged up window Throw your feet on the dash, girl you know I'm cool with that And it's Tom Petty Free Fall by midnight Turn it off, turn you on when

Take it back Sweet revenge I got kicked off Noah's Ark I turn my cheek to unkind remarks There was two of everything But one of me And when the rains came tumbling down I held my breath and I stood my ground

When the girls walk by we'll be like, hey y'all If we get it right they'll be like, hey y'all Wanna rock with us tonight? Hey y'all, damn right. Come on now everybody, whether you're in a bar, in a club, Or just kicking it country style, VIP in the back

Take me back to you, ooh, Montana Couldn't get any better, huh You and I here together, huh Love kicked in and hit us, huh Let your body tingle, uh Take a light, do you like that? 'Cause it likes you back Likes you back, likes you back, likes you back

Mississippi Queen She taught me everything You know she was a dancer She moved better on wine While the rest of them dudes were gettin' their kicks Boy, I beg your pardon, I was gettin' mine You know what I mean Went down around Vicksburg Around

These boots I've worn out more souls than I can recount Done more stupid things than most would dare to I've kicked myself more times than not For the roads they led me down But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do Is walkin' out on you. Damn these