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CDo you smoke, do you drink, do you yell out, "Hank" FDo you fold it in your pocket, do you lock it in the bank CDo you jack it up, or drop it down to the ground FPut the juice in the goose or the Coke in the Crown
C DWhatever makes you feel like a Frock star C DYou can kick it back chillin' or you can Frock hard CYou busted your Dass all Fweek And now, it's your time to Cbe Whatever you Dwanna be FYou can dress to kill, you can shoot to thrill, try to seal the deal Whatever makes you feel like a Crock star F
CDo you kick the dirt, or work it Vegas style FDo you hit the strip, or roll a country mile CDo you wear em tight, or do ya keep it loose FDo you leave it in the truck or sneak it in in your boot
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BbNow, whether you're pimped up hangin' in the FVIP COr way up high in the cheapest seats BbHey, pretty mama, if you roll withF me CThere'll be diamonds in the sky and the radio sBbcreenC
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CDo you smoke, do you drink, do you yell out, "HFank" CDo you fold it in your pocket, do you lock it in the bank F CDo you jack it up, or drop it down to the ground F CPut the juice in the goose or the Coke in the Crown F Whatever makes you feel like a Crock star F
CYeah, yeah, Fyeah CYeah, yeah, Fyeah
Whatever makes you feel like a Crock star F C (let ring) Whatever makes you feel like a rock star