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Singin' hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers here we kitty come come You know what we do and where we're from Detroit baby You've got fifteen seconds to get to your seat now We're gonna start this show and blow your minds now Yea Who's in the house Who's your uncle Uncle Kracker Doublewide on the side In the back of the bus I'm your Uncle Kracker Sitting platinum Plus Double platinum what Triple platinum fuck You'd be an accountant motherfucker If you add that up Can you back that up Yea But what for I've got a big brick house With two gold doors More than that You need to shut my mouth I'm the same motherfucker You been hearing about Kracker went pop No I did the pop dash Floatin' through the airwaves Picking up cash I dropped Follow Me People though I went soft Shit, chill I'm still very difficult to fuck with Straight out of the sticks of Romeo Michigan The early mornin' stone motherfucking pimp Of the God damn nation Ye ha motherfuckers let's rock With the Kid yes all dig don't stop Got riffs to rock Brought booze to slam Now who's the man Kid Rock God Damn Back on the scene like a fiend four beats in't slept in weeks Got too many freaks Seen too many geeks Try to rock the rap So I'm back with heat To unseat the whack I'm a unpack and setup shop I'm a step back And watcha rock I'm a bomb tracks To stop the pop Then I'm a master blast it Thru the after shock I got Dug ditches To bury you bitches Who whoa the flow Who wanna stop the show So I'm a roll and throw Another on point seven From north of Detroit Way south of heaven Yea Turn it up Come on Rock motherfucker with the TBT Rolling through your city like the General Lee You wanna fuck with me Don't test the odds Cause your arms are too short to box with God But if you Send me your address I'll swing by Call up your friends And get your whole fucking crew high Say bye, bye, bye to the wack And let it be known Kid Rock is back Yea rollin' with the TBT Were gonna rock the house For my man Joe C. Yea Were gonna start this show Come on |
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| 2. |
| 3:45 |
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Oh, I'm back
The fog is lifted The earth has shifted It raised the gifted You knew I'd be back, so pack your bone And hit the road jack, cause daddy's home With the funky hot grits Thick like Al Roker Pumping out hits, getting chips like Oprah Bitch I told ya, do not hate Or question the music I make I make punk rock And I mix it with the hip hop Get ya higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock And I mix it with the hip hop Got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever The junkies are still cigar pumping Still the same cause I ain't changed nothing Huffing and puffing, I got you rookies All in check doing the red neck boogie The king is back to retract the wack Repack my sack with the double fat back Forget all that, I'm still singing And like kids on monkey bars, I'm still swinging Thought I'd get dusty Thought I'd get rusty Thought I'd get rich and quit Oh he must be fat and ugly, broke black and blue But I'm trim, fit, rich and I'm back for round 2 Red white and the Pabst blue ribbon Dead right, that's how I'm living Giving you more than the frauds and fakes They can't make the kind of music I make I make punk rock And I mix it with the hip hop Get ya higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock And I mix it with the hip hop Got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever The black cat is back in original form The legible, credible, inevitable storm Way past the norm, still misbehaving Finger in the air and the flag still waiving Young one don't test the boss, cause I got this sewn like Betsy Ross You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease But you can't fuck with rhymes like these Thump it like a drum kit with riffs that split picks Pump it for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths I got the gift, I'm about to unwrap it Eight ball side pocket, eight ball in my jacket Pussy and blow, you know how I live You can't say that kid Fuck off I just did Watch me twirl like Earl the Pearl Or just keep on Kid Rocking in the free world I make punk rock And I mix it with the hip hop Get ya higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock And I mix it with the hip hop Got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever Punk rock forever Hip hop forever Tree top forever Kid Rock Yeah Souther rock forever Hip Hop forever Fort Knox forever Kid Rock forever Punk rock forever Hip hop forever Souther rock forever Kid Rock forever |
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| 3. |
| 4:55 |
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Cowboy baby
You know my credits Don't ask if it's true Fuck it I said it Regret It Never Pimpin' Forever Pull more ho's than a free cash lever So you better never Question the clever clever I'll sever whatever go getter and turn em' redder than ever You bet I'll wet her And leaving her making' to miss me Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit City 71 supercharged big block hemi Your El DeBarge I'm livin' more like Lemmy Benny and The Jets is Hot But you ain't never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock And Twisted Brown Trucker's like a loaded gun We're the band That other bands run from Doing the backstage boogie Is were you'll find me If you want some of that Flash a pass come back And lay it on me Chorus Lay it on me Baby you've got to Lay it on me Just lay it on me You gots to Lay it on me Now, people always saying I ain't living right But it ain't my fault you misplaced your life Replaced your wife With some two bit missy Now she's getting fucked up in Detroit City Tripping' with the hippies Bikers, Thugs Hit me with a Mickey Fast women and drugs One love for two minutes The third minute I'm gone Wake me up to eat Around the crack of dawn I'm making pancakes baby If you crack me eggs You'll feel the Irish tornado If you spread your legs No need to brag And don't trail behind me Just step up front A little lady Chorus Lay it on me Baby you've got to lay it on me Just lay it on me You've gots to lay it on me We're coming Live from Detroit It's Saturday night Got the funky fresh rhymes No need to bite And to ya'll he haws Who thought I'd never rank I'm going All the way to the bank bitch I got rich off of keeping it real While you Radioheads Are reinventing the wheel Got critics all tripping off of I don't know what While I'm sippin' King Louis Not giving a fuck Trash me in the news Give me wack reviews But you'll never find another Who can fill my shoes Who can moan the blues Who can rock the rap Who can rock Who can roll Who can flow like that Black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers From Pam Anderson To Susan Summers Understand I want peace like Gandhi But until that dayI'm a walk this way So lay it on me I'm talking all night long Lay it on me Like a bang a gong Lay it on me With AC/DC on From Hells Bells To the next 9 songs Lay it on I can love you like that Lay it on me I'd rather fuck to Foghat Lay it on me I can make you shake Slow ride it baby Through the piano break Come on So step up front a little lady Lay it on me 04. Cocky Guess who's back I used to be broke Confused No Joke Got used Smoked Dope Paid Dues Refused To give up quick Now there's 10 Million Motherfuckers on my dick Sold what Say how Say who Fuck what Fuck me Fuck you Come clean You know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam And still stand still I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimming pool Fly like a seagull Kickin' like a mule More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool I deliver fool Who the fuck are you I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock From the old school Got more money Than Matchbox 20 Get more ass Than Mark McGrath (Chorus) They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City A-Shirts Cadillac Big titties Skinny models You can keep those I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's Don't you know Talk fast Pimp slow Show up Z black ties In t-shirts & slippers Sippin' liquor, fuck models Love strippers, known 9's The big tipper with the big dipper I got queer holding key to my zipper Fuck a real good girl I've got the baddest bitch in the world (Chorus) You think you got it good In Hollywood I got acres of land Laid back in the woods Holdin' shares Cool like Fonzie Rollin' Lake St. Clair In my forty foot Donzie You got a Bentley Wow I got jets with wet bars And trucks with gold plows Bitch bow when I pimp thru For the Kid, the Rock The Red, White and Blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jazz Are you scared Cause when the Kid's in the house Better come prepared And I swear I'm sick Of getting ripped off So pissed About to be pissed off Mackin' me Cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slappin' my gardeners And fuckin' my maids Never mind my age But if we're taking numbers 15 million sold motherfucker They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up Cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up |
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| 4. |
| 3:57 |
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I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues Refuse to give up quick, Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still uh I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool Fly like a seagul, kickin' like a mule More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool I deliver fool Now who the fuck are you? I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school Got more money, than Matchbox 20 Get more ass than Mark McGrath They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A-Shirts, Cadillacs, big titties Skinny models you can keep those I like big corn fed mid-western hoes Dont you know? Talk fast, pimp slow Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers, Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers Known as the big tipper with the big dipper I got queens holdin' keys to my zipper huh Fuck a real good girl, I got the baddest bitch in the world They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up You think you got it good in Hollywood I got acres of land laid back in the woods Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy Rollin' Lake St. Claire in my 40 ft. Donzi You got a Bently? Wow! I got jets with wet bars and trucks with gold plows Bitch bow 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 of gettin ripped off So pissed 'bout to be pissed off Mackin' me cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slappin' my gardners and fuckin' my maids Nevermind my age but if we're takin' numbers 15 million sold motherfucker! They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up Cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up |
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| 5. |
| 4:59 |
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Headin' for the south lands, lookin' for some fun
Down below that dixie mason I know your the one My tongue is chasin' my eyes are wide, I can see paradise I been down here once or twice but I never seen it look so nice ahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh ahhhhhhhhh yeah yeah I like it with the grass cut low Big mountain tops valley below I love it when you scream out my name Kid Rock, what you say? Kid Rock, what you say? Kid Rock, what you say? Kid Rock Yeahhhhh Cause I'ma bad maama jamma from Detroit city Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city I'm raw and greedy, show me, gimme, I'll nick it Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy I'll stick it Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man Spreadin' Moejo Sam, please understand From Detroit to New Orleans I love the life but I never sold my soul All them late nights, and early mornings Let me show you what I learned out on the road Let me show you what I learned out on the road You know I've tried a thousand times and I've tried to explain And I've cried a thousand times over things that I can't change I've learned a lot you know, I grow each passing day And I blame nobody but myself for mistakes that I have made He's a bad maama jamma from Detroit city Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city I'm raw and greedy, show me gimme, I'll nick it Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy I'll stick it Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man Spreadin' Moejo Sam, please understand From Detroit to New Orleans I love the life but I never sold my soul All them late nights, and early mornings Let me show you what I learned out on the road Let me show you what I learned out on the road Lord knows when your not here, I get so damn bored of me And I've spent some lonely nights that did not have to be And if you could only see, I swear I'd show you true And although I carry a load out on the road, I wanna come back home to you From Detroit to New Orleans I love the life but I never sold my soul All them late nights, and early mornings Let me show you what I learned out on the road From Detroit to Carolina I love the life but I never sold my soul From London town down to China Let me show you what I learned out on the road Let me show you what I learned out on the road |
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| 4:56 |
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Breakin the silence is the hardest thing in life
Knowing that your wrong Feelin like you cant go on Ive been a victim so many times But Im man enough to know when Im wrong *shotgun cocking* With the fresh cut mullets back row in sight Pass the packed bowl and ima rock all night Up tight right wingers tryin say Im what Im a flight bound singer not giving a fuck Hard luck Im the devil with the grace of god On the level of oz and it makes you nod With the body of a sinner, mind of a saint Im everything you love, everything you hate Hit a lot of curves, hard roads and hills Got nerves of steel and watch time stand still It took too long but I stood my height You could say Im wrong but you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht You you you you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht Right You aint you aint you aint Right You aint you aint you aint Right You aint you aint you aint Right You can save the environment with all your wind But can you save your children from a world of bullshit You look at me with a loss for love But if you took me out would your kids still do drugs You wanna point your finger at the unclear You wanna point your finger at the unclear You wanna point your finger at the unclear You outta point your finger in the mirror You wanna trip, quit cause ima keep rippin And you can bitch but the strippers gonna keep strippin Im singin songs in the key of life And you can say Im wrong but you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht You you you you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht We just came to (get on down now) rocccccckkkk Rock on rock on rock on Cowboy baby, cowboy baby *shotgu |
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| 5:29 |
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Up and down that lonely road of faith
I have been there Unprepared for the storms and the tides that rise I've realized one thing, how much I love you And it hurts to see, see you cryin' I believe we can make it through the winds of change Hu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(X2) God is great indeed If you believe, in the everlife Yeah we gotta Make some sense of the piece that's not defined And if you just hold on, I wont let ya fall We can make it through the storms and the winds of change Change(X5) Hu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(X2) Though I walk through the valley of darkness I am not afraid Cause I know I'm not alone And if the wind blows east, would you follow me And if the wind blows north, would ya stay your course And if the wind blows west, would ya second guess And if it blows to the south, would you count me out And if the sun don't shine, would you still be mine And if the sky turns grey, would you walk away Would you say I do, if I say I'll be And walk this road through life with me You know I love youuuuuu Hu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(X2) On this lonely road of faith On this lonely road of faith |
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| 4:53 |
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Yep
I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I been so high I've gotten confused I been beat down, broke and used Motherfucker I drank with hank, talked blues with Billy Rocked with Run sang with shotgun Willy Went from small time philly to big time Bobby From 3 day old chili to saki with wosabi I'm home hey I'm home You never met a motherfucker quite like me Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like me No more bein' poured drink specials at winners Or being ignored by the think straight sinners I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd skynyrd No beginners here I'm a seasoned vet Educated on jazz by my man Amed Heard again my friend I been the world n back But I'm Michigan boy can you feel that And I'm home You never met a motherfucker quite like me Not like me, God damn like me, hey hey like me Never thought I'd go as far in life as this Never made par and I could give 2 shits Never wanted sell cars cause my dad was a dick Never wanted a guitar 'till I heard a lick like this And from the depths of dixie to my northern spots You know its time to rock when ole glory drops I pimp through town with the top laid back Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap I'll adapt To any and all situations Thats why the call me the pimp of the nation Hey bitch you best believe I live in the woods not your world of greed Might, a little weed might a little yeah I'm so proud to be living in the USA You've never met a motherfucker quite like me Hey hey like me, da di da da stay like me, hey hey hey like me You aint ever met and you aint never going meet You never met a ,never met a ,never never never never met a Motherfucker quite like me You aint never met a mother like me Hey you aint never never never never never met someone like me (Hey hey) Never met like me, (Hey hey) (Hey dude hey) Never met a mother like me (Come on, hey) And you never, and never gonna never gonna meeeeeet (Hey come on already) You never meeeeeeeet (stop) What? (Dude, theres more to life that just you) hahaha |
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| 4:59 |
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Living my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel I ain't seen the sun shine in three damn days Filling up on cocaine and whiskey Wish I had a good girl to miss me I wonder if I'll ever chainge my ways I put your picture away Sat down and cried today I can't look at you While I'm lying next to her I put your picture away Sat down and cried today I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her I called you last night in the hotel Everyone knows but they won't tell But their half hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right I've been waiting on you for a long time Filling up on heartaches and cheap wine I ain't heard from you in three damn nights I put your picture away I wonder where you've been I can't look at you while I'm lying next to him I put your picture away I wonder where you've been I can't look at you while I'm lying next to him I saw you yesterday with an old friend It was the same old same how have you been Since you've been gone my world's been dark and grey You reminded me of brighter days I hoped you were coming home to stay I was headed to church I was off to drink you away I thought about you for a long time Can't seem to get you off my mind I can't understand why we're living life this way I found your picture today I swear I'll change my ways I just called to say I want you to come back home I found your picture today I swear I'll change my ways I just called to say I want you To come back home I just called to say I love you Come back home |
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| 3:36 |
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See me ride across the country with my shotty ridin' shotgun
Got slimmys on my jimmy with magnums rockin' platinum Wig's dig this, the fuckin' police know I see 'em So I'm headin' up to Reno like a geo and I'll great 'em Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies You got a lot but yo you can't get these Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies I had enough and you can swing on these Cause I'ma dog baby See me ride across the country I'ma dog bitch Big suitcase full of money I'm a dog Woman And I'm rollin' El Camino I'ma D-d-d dog Drop top continental with a suicide see me ride You by my side big girl, yo we will never die I'll be your Hollywood eyes and send you swingin' baby Bring it home to pappa and Rock gonna make it jingle baby It's a God damn shame people they look at me But I know in the end you givea fuck about me And that's the reason I spit fire That's the reason I'ma set your ass on fire, fire I shoulda never left the bottle And if they want the truth then tell them bitches i shot 'em I'ma dog baby See me ride across the country I'ma dog bitch Big suitcase full of money I'm a Dog Woman And I'm rollin' El Camino I'ma d-d-d dog Yeahhhhhhhhh Yeah..can ya, can ya, can ya feel it now? Freedom or death, nothin' left to do but fill it up Tripple X eyes of lust and you need to give it up Live it up sucker cause they're sayin' my days are numbered Who wants to live long anyway I'm goin' out with a blast Gettin' some ass, smokin' grass, leavin' all my cash for my little boy You wouldn't understand, you dont know where I come from hey yeah |
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| 4:44 |
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I was hiding' from the sun once again
I was runnin' from time my friend I lost another war So I poured one more And I went home drunk again She was up when the key hit the lock And the clock looked at me Just like the devil in disguise I'll saw it in her eyes She'd be gone before the evening So I poured another strong one And chopped a line from here to Texas 'Cause I've lost another good one She's on the midnight train to Memphis With a brand new start I swore I'd love from the heart I meant to change my ways But I've seen better days Than the one that's here this morning With a wife and kids at home With a job somewhere on some assembly line I wish I had that life I bet you wish you had mine So let's pour another tall one And chop a line from here to Texas 'Cause I've lost another good one She's on the midnight train to Memphis But that's the way I am And this is how I jam All across the land From Alabam to Band Stand Doped up rebel with an attitude Shit So fuck a bitch I won't switch Won't quit my vices Flip the scrip Cause I'm going to slice the righteous Haven't you heard I don't refrain Free as a bird So I won't change Livin' it up Givin' it up Fuckin' shit up What I'm gonna run my track From the D to Nantucket ?????? So fuck it If you don't dig that You can suck it With and old suitcase I swear I'll leave this place I'll get you back in time Can't drink you off my mind So I'll see you when I'm sober I've been lookin' for some reason But I ain't found one down in Texas I've been changin' with the seasons Walking a new line back to Memphis |
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| 3:07 |
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I got the
I got them love sick blues ya'll Man, I can't find my baby I think she took off with another man I been around the world looking twice You know I checked in New York City On the streets and on the subways And I looked around that tired town to find the one who loved me I looked out in the Hamptons thought she'd be hangin' with them rich folks But no she wasn't anywhere hangin' on the east coast I wish my baby come home I want my baby come home I wish my baby come home I want my baby yeah my baby to come back home Man you know I love that girl I checked down to the Southern plains from Alabama to Georgia Honey if you hear this, please know I'm looking for ya I checked with all my rebel friends I've looked around for weeks And I swear until I find her I won't eat and I won't sleep I want my baby come home I want my baby come home I want my baby come home I wish my baby yeah my baby would come back home I went from Albuquerque to Maine and didn't find a damn thing So I looked in California - up and down the coast I looked all over Hollywood - it wasn't even close Never found nothin' So, I came home, home to Detroit City And there she was sittin' on my porch - My baby looked so pretty Now my baby's back home Yea my baby came home Yea my baby's back home I'm so happy that my baby is finally home |
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| 5:22 |
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I wanna make money to take away my problems,
But my problems gettin' bigger with the more money I make I wanna find love thats my problem, cause the money makes it hard to tell the real from fake I want to spend time with my son oh every hour But the money and the problems and the women keep me away I wanna be happy for just one hour, but the only time I'm happy anymore is on the stage I get drunk in the morning I dont look for afternoons I dont care if tommorow never comes I been pushed and kicked around it seems my whole life now I'm tired lord I'm so damm tired inside. (I think its time to get it on) So lets rock it with the band turn this shit up to 10 now I got a feeling you been waiting for way to long now And if your looking for a party you came to the right spot So drink it 'em down motherfuckers and roll with the Kid Rock And the band plays And I thank you people for feeling me I'm feeling you too Oh what a ride, its been up and down all around the world we've been We're back your here lets make the most of our time now And if you get up get up I wont let you down And when the powder hits the brain, you'll be feelin' it real son I'm talking guitars, car sex and real cheap wine All time and type you let me here it if you want more Lemmie here it if you want more I gota fifth good music if you hold out I'll pour more And I thank you people for feelin' me iam feelin' you too Oh what a ride its been up and down all around the world we've been We're back your here lets make the most of our time Now and if you get up get up i wont let you down Get up Get up Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeah what a ride and I thank you people thank you |
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| 14. |
| 4:44 |
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Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes All world class Kid Rock motherfucker, Yo I ain't no fag Fuck bitches dry, fuck em on the rag Tag they're toes, check off my list Hoes get fucked, they don't kissed A simplistic pimp, getting much respect I fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt Jet set the country on the world purse Just to show you how a real pimp works Remove your shirt, show me them titties I'll drive my dick right through your twin cities Around your bends, over your curves and ass Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes All world class It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick Word to your momma and your sister bitch I play hoes like a motherfucking football game I pull my dick out and then say it's good ya'll came Ya'll did your thing, worked a nigga from front to back In the Bill Clinton presidential Cadillac We smoked a sack, the bitches couldn't handle that Blew out my brains and left no stain I can't complain, shit is all done with game I fucked so many hoes, I can't remember their names But it ain't about that, bitch I really doubt that Just turn the lights out and put my dick where your mouth at Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes Kid rock you got the sex rhymes Snoop I got the presidential sex rhymes My nigga I'm on the Air Force One out of JFK Of course I'm high, sipping Tanqueray On a mission, looking for tush Sipping B&T's with George W. Bush We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs I thought I was mack and I gave her two free shirts George stuck five fingers up in her skirt So I stuck five and that made ten Shit, two roosters and only one hen George winked at me, it was all too sweet We tag teamed that freak at thirty thousand feet Yeah, thirty thousand motherfucking feet flying high Kid Rock and George motherfucking Bush And we thought we does it the most in the coast You got the sex rhymes, hold it Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey Cause if you do, I'ma kick something for you Lil something like this Oh shit it's some gangster shit All I need is a gangster bitch Cause gangster shit is all I kick I fucks with a black, brown or a white chick Bitch you can act like you ain't with this shit I'm here to strip a bitch, and cold pimp a bitch Looking for love in all the wrong places Looking for love, fuck love, it's too racist Smoking the dove in too many places Busting a nut in too many bitches faces Well, I'm Kid Rock, got pussy galore You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more Got scores of whores and macks know what's up You's a player, nope, I'm a flat out slut Got what you came for, yes indeed Ecstasy and a sea of weed. Gotta seed the plant and you feel the crack I wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer jack You can hold my sack while I pack your bag You can rub my back while I tap your keg One leg on the dash and one on the floor I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more Money, hoes, tits and asses We got the goods and the bullshit pass us We got whatever you need I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed Money, hoes, tits and asses We got the goods and the bullshit pass us We got whatever you need I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed Lets do it Do it, do it I ain't jewish nigga Get into it nigga |
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