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Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie My name is Kid And this is for the questions That don't have any answers The midnight glancers And the topless dancers The gander freaks Car packed with speakers The G's with the 40's And the chicks with beepers The northern lights And the southern comfort And it don't even matter If their are punctured All the crackheads The critics, the cynics And all my heroes In the methadone clynics All you bastards in the I.R.S For the crooked cops And the cluttered desks For the shots of jack Pints of love And the fifth's of stress For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood And for my hoods Of the world misunderstood I said it's all good It's all in fun Now get in the pit And try love someone For the time bombs tickin' And the heads they hang All the gangs gettin' money And all the heads they bang-bang Wild mustangs The porno flicks All my homies in the county In cellblock six The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook For D.B. Cooper And the money he took You can look for answers But that ain't fun Now get in the pit And try to love someone What Come on Love Love And for the hate And for the peace War Come On |
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| 4:17 |
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Cowboy...cowboy...
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Sip the teajuna (sp?)...I wanna roam Find the old town chillin' fools then come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up shop at the top of four seasons Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin? with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fliece (sp?) And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin? with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me Tex Rollin' sunset woman with a bottle of Becks Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass And said, "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and snort away my key I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure I ain't straight outta compton I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mc (mick...as in Irishman) My only words of wisdom are just, "Radio Edit." (Suck My Dick) I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' until it falls into motion Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Spendin' all my time at Hollywood and Vine Cowboy Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day Cowboy I can smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine |
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You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain Can't read my brain but you read my lips And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits Now don't even trip, be a man instead Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin? People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come So hold your bids, all bets are closed And fuck all you hoes 'Cause it's been a long time comin' But I finally broke...like an egg yolk I ain't no joke Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio...comin' from the R-O-M-E-O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes Seven years on wax comin' correct Flat out...you diss me punk That's when I pull a strap out And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes 'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog...I'm the C-E-O Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O My motto, "Be Cool...Keep Pimpin'." Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln Four Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese What the fuck's goin' on in the D Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D And it's all good...I got love for my honkeys We roll thick...kick ass like donkeys Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum I'm going Platinum I'm going Platinum We're going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah we come to party I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners To New York City and $700 dinners From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin' much respect from top record execs The cool Kid's comin' up to call you out So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money Motherfuckers want to claim they're down But when I was broke and down I never seen them around All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you...got a brand new team No triple beams...it seems like a movie Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi No more fluzzies...only high class hoes Couple when it rains and a few when it snows A brand new nose to go along with my habit And a garden hose made out of 24 karat Bought a couple parots that like to squak And they sound like you and all the shit you talk Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc You?re too old to kid...too soft to rock Already did what most love shout 7 years on wax and I still ain't sold out And there ain't no doubt...in my mind That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time I'm go platinum I'm go platinum I'm go platinum We?re going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe Call me Joe C...got more game than Coleco I'm a freak hoe...call me sick Three foot nine with a ten foot dick The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick And rake through kind like a bum through wine It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead Old as piss, but small as ass Watch me pass...smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash High-ass voice like Aaron Nevelle And I'm down with The Devil Say we like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock the party Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum |
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| 4:50 |
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I am the bullgod...I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in 86 man I was seein a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ole pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a twelve step program couldn't keep me clean Cause I'm the bullgod you understand The illegitimate son of man The T-O-P to the D-O-G Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D And I'm trippin Said I'm trippin I am the bullgod...I am free And I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin back they get all uptight...Huh You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast ya one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Uh Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I go behind the garage and fire it up Cause I'm the bullgod you understand The illegitimate son of man The T-O-P to the D-O-G Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D And I'm trippin Said I'm trippin I am the bullgod...I am free And I feed on all that is forsaken I'm forsaken...yeah You ain't nothing Yeah yeah yeah Come on get em up Come on get em up Come on get em up I am the bullgod...I am free And I feed on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod...I am free And I feed on all that is I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high As I sit in my chair and watch life go by These thoughts I have can't mold to sense Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense Born and raised in the outer lands And at times you can say I'm outta hand I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run Everytime that paper hits my tongue And sometimes it seems so odd When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod I am the bullgod you understand And here in my head is my master plan Uh I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I see through you |
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| 4:18 |
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Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends...Huh I've been that route too many times If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't fightin no crime I wish for that which my heart holds near But ain't nobody playin what I'm tryin' to hear I've been sayin for years that the fakes wouldn't last You were jockin that bullshit, now you look like an ass Get gassed in your garage of sickness As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill Ain't got nothin more than time to kill Form like a blister, drink like a failure Rip like a twister right through a trailer Park after dark is when you'll see me comin My gun's gunnin and the 808's hummin Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude Sample anything I like and never get sued At 18 I had a hardcore attitude...Yeah When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube It's true I'm from the old school Where the rules don't bend and the beats don't end No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be I'm still the...body rocking three emcee So clap your hands to what he's doing I'm a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate I'm a contradiction...I'm a twist of fate See me rollin You got me rollin I'm rollin Searchin underneath the sun Huh...Huh I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck, but I'm Peter built I am the Trucker and my ego's large I'm the K to the I call me sarge Roll number seven raise south of heaven See my crew comin hear them Harley's revvin I'm steppin to your crew with a glick of hits Got 3 LP's but I ain't got no hits And I'm a greatful, hateful, little son of a G I'm a deadhead runnin from the D-P-D Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer Grab a pole and you'll be swingin like a topless dancer Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat Top car four Vogues on a hundred spokes Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land If it ain't all that I'll be back my man Rolllin...you got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searchin undearneath the sun Rolllin...you got me rollin I'm rollin Searching undearneath the sun Uh Come on Feel me Days roll by they...roll too fast I said days roll by...I watch them pass Yeah you wanna roll with Rock And party with crews that just don't stop uh-huh Yeah Rolllin...you got me rollin I'm rollin' Searching undearneath the sun Searching undearneath the sun Searching undearneath the sun |
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| 4:02 |
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I'm a pimp, you can check my stats
And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack I rock all the tracks, so the world knows I love all the girls smack all the hoes Show love to those who come real with it Life's a bitch but I deal with it I'm in it to win it like Yzerman Can drink about 15 Heinekins I'm not born again but if I was I'd ask to come back with a little more love Puffin' a Winston, drinkin? a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind It's been a couple of months in this smokey room Eatin' shrooms, drinking Boone's Writin' tunes and hoping to get One of these motherfucking songs to hit A little bit of love that's all I need A little inspiration in a bag of weed A seed to plant so my tree can grow You know I left my girl cause I don't need that H-o-o-old-up wait a minute I'm about to flow Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Oh yeah Oh yeah Free my mind... Ooohhh yeah I ain't no rough guy, ain't no tough guy Don't get out much, and don't dress up fly A pawn in the game that's all I am Givin' all my duckets to Uncle Sam fuck it I'm free to do what I please little lady I was born at night but not last night baby I've been around, seen some things I've slept in dumpsters, got high with kings I don't bring much, ain't got a lot to say But I got more time then Morris Day Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Smokin' and drinkin' I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind Tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Wastin' my time....hey I'm smokin'...hey I'm drinkin'...tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time...drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind |
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| 3:52 |
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ell my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
And Detroit's city where I was born When I was young I knew I'd always be A super live body rockin mc I'm TNT I'm dynamite And I'm gonna rock this party all damn night I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk I became an mc when I learned to talk Sayin goo-goo ga-ga I gotta lotta time to eat mc like pirhana I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick I'm the ladies pick all around the world But I only got eyes for just one girl I don't twirl like a ballarena I roll through town and I rock arenas I may seem a little under age But at least I am not underpaid I'm one of kind, here to shock your mind And I will serve no rhymes, before their time The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same Who's to blame I don't really know But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go here, here we go I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low From the floor to the ceiling to the living room Cause people like to hear my base go boom Boom, b-boom, boom, b-boom, boom, boom, boom Prrrii, boom, boom, ba boom, boom, boom The one two three the three two one Don't stop me know I've just begun Don't cut me down don't start no fight Or I'll put my foot in your ass tonight I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars And when I set my sights I shoot for stars I don't like small cars or real big women But somehow I always find myself in em I'm a hidden gem, a rollin stone I'm a one man band with a microphone Here to make you shake and move your body So come on in and welcome to the party It ain't nothing but a party, hey From the early evening till break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way, welcome to the party Uh, uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (What's up) Can I do my thing Can I have a little something to say right here Oh yeah, go ahead baby I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know Alize is too sweet and beer will make ya fat I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognaic I'm all of that and a bag of chips Fuck it I'm the whole damn party mix I'm the chick that seems all that classy You can't party with me or you can kiss my ass It ain't nothing but a party, hey From the early evening to the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way, welcome to the party Haha, hey Grandmaster Bob that old school shit's fresh But uh let's rock some of that fuckin 1998 Kid Rock shit bro I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy I'm a rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy Rock your pants off and party my dick off People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off I'm no rip off, it's all original Not too political a little cynical About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of ca-ca I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa Don't start drama, macks in the bahamas Rock on the dance floor to din dada Cause I'm a player that you love to hate Got your girl suckin dick on video tape I like pussy, suckin on titties Fucked a lot of different bitches from a bunch of different cities Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool I'll tell ya drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school I got a whirlpool, don't even ask Lickin pussy underwater shootin bubbles up your ass I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine, Uh Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks Forget the bullshit and bust like this I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor I take from my bitches and give it to my whores What up I'm saying everybody You get fucked up and I'll rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Dude you're outta of your fucking mind, Haha |
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I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side
Never drop top forty cause I always rock b-side G-rides and a hundred spokes to match We roll two deep three freaks four amps in the back I did that crack game rap game now I let my axe bang Livin in sin and it's a beautiful thang I wanna twang like Hank rock like roll Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this I never had a lot of money never made much sense Been chasin bunnies like a dummy overlookin my rent And spent every red cent puttin hickeys on his bed He's rockin dickie sippin lickie slippin honey pop that deady steady Lookin for love, put my talent on hold Told my soul to glow it said get up and go And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this I see these people makin money and it's funny to me Tryin to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me Cause it ain't nothin to me want to eat a little more Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt So when you see me tuggin on the end of my roap You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Come on...feel this Uh...uh...come onnnnnn |
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| 3:23 |
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Gotta make this money and I make this money
This money is me t5his money is everything I do and see Who are you to judge me Just let me be and let me breathe I see this whole world headin' for damnation and I'm ready to leave I can't believe, this whole world twisted me You fuckin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's I see the future and it's lookin' grim A lake of fire lookin' looking like a long trip I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I?m a razor blade slittin? through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins deadhead's with dreads And now the Feds growin' shark fins My girl's knocked up we're in love But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsue (sp?) And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've been through I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces I can't win...even with these four aces My place is here...in the mix...with tricks And the sickos...I spend G's but only make nickles My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain My fuse is short and it's lit Like me I should have fought?sketchy...it's gettin' hard to see My heart bleeds...believe in every dying breath These people they take and they take until there's nothing left I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate Come on You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't know it Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it And I know it...?cause the fear you hide your eyes show it Payback on your ass 'cause you're over due and I know I owe it And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're fucked I hope you see my middle finger from the stage Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage |
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| 5:27 |
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I've been sittin here
Tryin to find myself I get behind myself I need to rewind myself Lookin for the payback Listen for the playback They say that every man bleeds just like me And I feel like number one Yet I'm last in line I watch my youngest son And it helps to pass the time I take too many pills it helps to ease the pain I made a couple of dollar bills but still I feel the same Everybody knows my name They say it way out loud A lot of folks fuck with me It's hard to hang out in crowds I guess that's the price you pay To be some big shot like I am Out strecthed hands and one night stands Still I can't find love And when your walls come tumbling down I will always be around And when your walls come tumbling down I will always be around People don't know about the things I say and do They don't understand about the shit that I've been through It's been so long since I've been home I've been gone I've been gone for way too long Maybe I forgot all things I miss Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this I said it too many times And I still stand firm You get what you put in And people get what they deserve Still I ain't seen mine No I ain't seen mine I've been giving just ain't been gettin I've been walking that there line So I think I'll keep a walking With my head held high I'll keep moving on and only God knows why Only God Only God Only God knows why Only God knows why why why Only God knows why Take me to the river edge Take me to the river hey hey hey |
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| 6:13 |
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Where you at Rock, where you at
Answering Machine: Beep You fucking ass fucking hole (Where you at Rock, where you at) Where the fuck are you You fucking love me? Yeah mother fucking right Where the fuck are you? What are you doing? (Where you at Rock, where you at) Fucking some groupie bitch Goodbye Fuck Off You know what I hope your fucking dick fucking falls off (Where you at Rock, where you at) And when it does, maybe you'll have some mother fucking time for me You fucking asshole Don't call me no more (Where you at Rock, where you at) Don't call Don't beg Don't call Nothing at all, bye (Where you at Rock, where you at) Answering Machine: Beep Yo Rock it's Carp Ahh where you at man? It's about 3 o'clock here in New York I guess it's about 8 o'clock in London Ahh your supposed to be at Abby Road finishing lyrics (Where you at Rock, where you at) I just got a call from one of these guys and he mentioned that you would Ahh that you were thinking about going to Amsterdam Which I just wanted to let you know that if you were pondering that (Where you at Rock, where you at) That it is not a good idea We have matchering in three days (Where you at Rock, where you at) Ahh just remind you I'm at the office, see ya (Where you at Rock, where you at) Answering Machine: Beep Where you at rock, where you at Bobby where are you? (Where you at Rock, where you at) It's Sunday afternoon at 4 o'clock You know I did ask you to be at 3 You promised me you'd be here (Where you at Rock, where you at) Were having a special party for the whole family It's Father's Day and I'm really upset (Where you at Rock, where you at) You know, we planned this whole thing around you Well Father's Day was the other day and yet you couldn't make it (Where you at Rock, where you at) So we made this whole party around you Now where the hell are ya? (Where you at Rock, where you at) I'm really gettin a little heated Please call me right back, now (Where you at Rock, where you at) Answering Machine: Beep Rock, it's Kracker What the fuck are you doing? (Where you at Rock, where you at) I'm at the Tellstar This ghetto ass fuckin place with four smokin ass three bitches Ready to turn them the fuck out You were supposed to be here forty minutes ago What the fuck are you doin? Ah call me back ah... (The phone is picked up by Kid Rock) Rock: Yo, Yo, Yo Kracker: Hey Rock: Hey Kracker: What the fuck are you doin? Rock: Yo, yo, I'll be right, I'll be right there Kracker: Aight Rock: See ya Kracker: Peace Uh, I grew a herding cattle I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle You wanna battle with the Rock quit frontin I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out I'll put your head out, this is my night How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic I shot the sheriff and the deputy too Paid off the feds now its all about my crew What you hoes wanna do One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew Like a south bound trucker Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts Mother fuckers take a loss And when you step with your anger I'm like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger) I give a warning but if you don't take it I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll break it It's all real cop a feel from my steel Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal Or better yet give respect where it's earned You'll eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned You took a turn for the worst Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse Now how you gonna front on that Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at Rock, where you at Over here to the rear with your girl the fourties of beer Where you at Rock, where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at One-two and it don't stop Three-Four and it don't quit One-two and it don't stop From the depths of hell to God's right hand side I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride I'll step in stride, I'm raw as cow hide My first LP is still sellin that ain't no Jive Am I the chosen one Some people ain't getttin where I'm comin from Or where I'm goin to stand back Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at Rock, where you at Over here to the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at Rock, where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at, Uh...Uh Where you at Rock, where you at Rock the house Yooooooooooo Come On And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that I'm crazy fly I'm steppin to the mic like a soldier bro I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe Old Crow and a soul full of desperation I'm rockin up on the mic with no consideration For you're church or you're family Ayn Rand couldn't stand me so she banned me I'm like a dandy lion Jack You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back And attack from the back like a great white I'm not down with the scrappin but I'm down for the gun fight Behind my back talkin shit But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch Keep on and get your ass macked Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at Rock, where you at Over here to the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at Rock, where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at Over here, Over here, Uh, Over Here Where you at Rock, where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at Over here, Over here, Uh, Over Here Where you at Rock, where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at |
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HUH I grew a hurding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle You wanna battle with the Rock quite frontin' I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin' Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out I'll put your head out this is my night How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic I shot the sheriff and the deputy too Paid off the Feds now its all about my crew What you hoes wanna do One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew Like a south bound trucker Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts mother fuckers take a loss And when you step with your anger I'm like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger) I give a warning but if you don't take it I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll break it It's all real cop a feel from my steel Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal Or better yet give respect where it's earned You eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned You took a turn for the worst Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse Now how you gonna front on that Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at rock where you at Over here in the rear with your girl the fourties of beer Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at 1 2 and it don't stop 3 4 and it don't quit 1 2 and it don't stop From the depths of hell to God's right hand side I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride I'll step in stride I'm raw as cow hide My first LP is still sellin' that ain't no Jive Am I the chosen one Some people ain't getttin' where I'm comin' from Or where I'm goin' to stand back Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at rock where you at Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at Rock the house Yo And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that im crazy fly I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier bro I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe Old Crow and a soul full of desperation I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration For you're church or you're family Ayn Rand couldn't stand me so she banned me I'm like a dandy lion Jack You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back And attack from the back like a great white I'm not down with the scrappin' but I'm down for the gun fight Behind my back talkin' shit But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch Keep on and you get your ass macked Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at rock where you at Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Over here, Over here, Uh Over Here Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at Over here, Over here, Uh Over Here Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at |
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Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe I don't know but yo it never phased me But either way here's one tale Of two like that and what prevailed It started way back in the 8th grade In the small old town where the two both stayed He came from a family of middle class Where everything he did he always had to ask She came from a place that was so alone You know the same old tale of a broken home Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend Had three different kids from three different men And that's just the way shit was Couldn't change it couldn't rearrange it so there it was Anyway the two kept on With the phone calls notes and so on and so on And after the bullshit and whatten That day came the two started fuckin' All the time you know kids habit's Every single day fuckin' like rabbits Sneakin out the car when he was 15 Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see Fuckin' after lunch in the junior high bathrooms Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet 9th grade came, I'm pregnant Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision But they decided to abort it It might have been right it might have been wrong But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up Where wass it who was it how was it was it right These are the things he thought in bed at night A lot of people might laugh at this But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it There Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' Now as time went on the the two kept on They kept seeing each other off and on See she moved to the city and you know what happened Black chic with a real white accent Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger Still seein' that other kid on the side She kept most of her thoughts inside See all the first guy did was just love her While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her She was livin' all wild I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child She asked the first guy to have his baby He looked at her like she must be crazy He was makin' records and goin' on tour 20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor And all that while she sat at home and got macked If she stepped out of line she got slapped And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away And he did he got caught with a loaded gun And went to jail but first she had his son Ooohh and now what to do She had no man no money and no clue Now the other guy came back from tourin' And she called him up early one mornin' They hooked up her mind was blown As he began to raise her son as his own And that's a lot of shit to deal with man And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand A lot of people still laugh at this shit but Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it There Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' Now for the next year there was some good times A few bad times mostly good times See he was a ramblin' man to the bone He liked women and wine and he loved to roam Not like she was any kind of Saint See in this story there's a lot of red paint But time kept slippin' and made her crazy And she talked about havin' another baby The guy was like Oooh Lord We got one now that we can't afford But she convinced she could handle two Said I want your child or I'm leavin you I can't figure out why then he didn't run I guess he was attached to her and her son All confused about what to do That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too Slut Could barely pay her rent And then the same old shit, I'm pregrant And if that ain't some shit cuz The girl didn't even know who the father was And still by her side the first guy stayed Head gettin' more fucked by the day He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why And then a little girl on the Fourth of July Was born in the front seat of his car It was amazing Kinda like a shooting star He was happy told his family and friends Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his And that crushed him quick Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick But before he found all that out From the same chic another kid popped out And that shit's real ill Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill She must have known all along The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on Three different kids from three different men History repeats itself again And after some more shit got stirred He kicked that bitch to the curb And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit And he loves him But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it There Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' I'm still standin' I'm still standin' I'm still 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