die So tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby why So tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby why Why baby, why baby, why baby why
can't help but love you 'til the day that I die So tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby why Tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby why
I pimp through For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z Baby I'm sick of
only difference is the hores is watching Styll love to see a nigger roll up on 20'z up in dat 64, roll up in bentlyz lik im a ganstah baby from the CPT
when I pimp through For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z Baby I'm sick
what your dreamin' of Then let me show you darlin' a little cowboy love Underneath the midnight moonlight Cuddled up real tight Cozied down by a fire Listenin' to some George Strait, George Jones
Stones Once He even opened up a three-way package In Southern California for old George Jones Repeat Chorus: The years went by like sweet little days With babies