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 drop top, find a spot to pimp Then I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a 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 Zip to Tiajuana... I wanna roam Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up a 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 Fleiss And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-forn-I.A. 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 and the whores No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife white 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 Mick My only words of wisdom are just "Radio Edit" I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' till it falls in the ocean
Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Spend 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.
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 drop top 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 Tiajuana ...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 Fleiss 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 stored 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 Mick My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit 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 Spend 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
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 ol' pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a 12 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 You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast you 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 got 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' And you know...
I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken Forsaken, yeah!
You ain't nothing
Yeah 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 (yeah, yeah, yeah) on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod (yeah...) 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 Every time 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!
W All the way live From the cornfields of Romeo Michigan Detroit rock city 2 double 0 3 and 4 The early mornin' stoned mother fuckin' Cowboy Here we go
Kid mother fuckin' rock Ho what you know I got them bitches and then ritches And that old school flow Big nuts and such you cant eve front I got it all bitch So what you, what you, what you want I can do it better than Jordan Playin' ball at 22 Quicker than Rod Carew Sicker than Motley Crew Who Yeah mother fucker The Who too Beatles, Stones, The Ramones, Trick and U2
The funky country rock soul singin' MC Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC
I got the breaks to shake The whole United States Earthquakes couldn't recreate my shake No fake, no makeup, who relates Check these rhymes mother fucker They all first takes No fuckin' around I put it down Pop this shit But don't pop it in my home town 'Cause I throw down motown sounds Shit, the motorcity Ain't nothin' to fuck with
I'm the flyest Theres none flyer I'm the highest Theres none higher I spit truth I've never been a liar And I Won't stop rockin' till I retire Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC
And I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans girls money and fame I played their game And As they scream my name I will show no shame I live and die for this And if I come off soft Then chew on this Are you scared Devil without a cause And Im back with the beaver hats And Ben Davis slacks 30 pack of Strohs 30 pack of hoes No rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one I'm the living proof With the gift of gab From the city and true I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics backs And I did not studder when I said that I'm goin' platnum Sellin' rhymes I went platinum Seven times And still they ill They wanna see us fry I guess because only god knows why Why why why why Ohhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at And say hey hey I'm givin it back So say hey hey Show me some metal And say Hey hey hey hey Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cut Fuck all y'all I like AC DC and ZZ Top Bocephus Beasties and the kings of rock Skynard Segar Limp Korn the Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa Pass that bottle around Got the rock from Detroit Soul from Motown The underground stoned fuckin Pimp We trash the mack and slap back the wack Never gave away I dont play with ass But watch me rock with Liberachie flashed Punk rock's a clash Boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash Flash flash flash flash ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at And say hey hey I'm givin it back So say hey hey Show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey Uh uh uh cut Yeah I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker You just can't fuck with
I'm an American bad ass Watch me kick You can roll with rock Or you can suck my dick I'm a porno flick I'm like amazing grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's After i rock this place Super fly Livin double wide Side car my glide So Joe C can ride Full sack to share Bringin flash and flare Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air Snakeskin suits 65 Chevelle's See me ride in sin Hear the rebel yell I won't live to tell So if you do Give the next generation a big fuck you Who knew I'd blow up like Oklaholma So fuck highschool I pissed on my daploma Smell the aroma Check my hits I know it stinks in here Cause im the shit shit shit shit shit Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where you're at Say hey hey I'm givin' it back so say Hey hey Show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey
I'm a cowboy Bad ass in black Singin' Hey hey hey hey From side to side From front to back Say hey hey hey hey I put Detroit city back on the map And singin' Hey hey hey hey Kid Rock's in the house And thats where Im at
Cuz growin up I was never the logical one packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back filled with spite staying high as a kite I was dealin and stealin everything in sight pool hustling trying to make that green I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13 working like a bitch like a god damn tank some disagree because me rents had bank but all that's gold non't always glitter so I'll take another puff from my one hitter I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme blow all my cash on cheap women and wine cause money, money, money ain't shit to me but I gotta make a lot just to be free Please God Please I'll pay any cost If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off there's too much hardship there's too much pain there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride but parasites can't fake the Rock and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot cause I hold key to my own success and suckers that step shall be put to rest yes, I hold the key to my own success and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest, so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter. not a generic dime a dozen M.C. never was in a posse never wanted to be now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign all this talk their gonna drop the bomb, but life keeps going on and on and on and on the world's end don't worry me and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin fussin with the girls they waste my time thrashin and bashin going out of my mind crucified by the critics everyday cause I ain't really got that much to say I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time I live my life just like the skipper but only at night because I'm a day tripper twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack but still life goes on visions of red shoot through my head and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead.
Kid Rock and i got all the hoes sayin "fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn" and while your out gang bangin tring to catch a murder case your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face bumpin to the base of some old school rap jam this aint tennis, but yo i'll use my backhand on any grown man that tries to check Rock i wanna head back, i gotta hip hop. cause i'm gonna stick with what got me paid lickin that coochie with the high top fade i'm self made like Henry Ford i'm on this mic. but it feels like i been here before. i want more than the next man resepct, plus to cash big checks and mack on hoes like Ruddy Ray cause to reach around just sounds so gay i dont even swing that way i told you hoes before i'm the K I to the D R O C Kin, rhymes sayin, guitar playin turntable spinnin at a baseent jam no fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand what it's like to be so real you got the beats and the rhymes, but you aint got no feel i dont need the fancy music to make mine just the beat and the funky ass base line drop a couple cuts on the track 8 tracks to the mother fuckin wack so while your making record that dont recoup i'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop yeah Kid Rock and i got all the hoes sayin "fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn" i want my khakis washed, starched, and creased i want an order of fries with a side of greese i wish for peace throughout this land i want the whole fuckin world in my hands i want a band like the US Funk Mob see i can rap i dont hafta lay side just to make ends meet October 31st yellin Trick-or-Treat (boy aren't you a little old to be trickin) you see my mask and bag bitch, i aint bullshittin hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub i'm kinda anial , cause i aint no fuckin slob i'm the cradle that's able to rock any format but still i'm labeled and treated like a doormat where's the whores at? Westside hoes like cars, so i ride em for a test drive i'm like a pringle, i wont go soft. i got a new jingle, i'm about to go off hey ho, check it out, i really like to turn you out. and if you be good to me, i'll yoodle in your valley Kid Rock aint nothing nice got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice got a head full of lice cause i'm such a scum got a pocket full of money, but i'm dressed like a bum got a business mind, so if i loose the funk, i'll still be in the house gettin paid like Trump ha ha ha, yeah uhh, uhh Kid Rock and i got all the hoes sayin "fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn ohhhhhhh yeah come on comew on ababy all night long fuck me baby, fuck me baby come on, come on, come on fuck me baby, love me baby yeah oh come on pretty baby, all night long fuck me baby, come on fuck me baby come on and do me daddy, all night long umm, oh yeah
This is the true story about mackin') Times are changing, more so each year But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if you hear me yell, just drop that top And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test Sucess, never fessed take a guess I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp Straight limpin boones from drinkin At the party big booty pinchin Chillin, like a villian Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin, the find hoe drillin' With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain Been gone too long, too much cocaine But now that Im back on the block, I'm ready to rock Left to right, all night, my games tight I wish you might take a bite Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the harvest. Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town Top Dog get down Radio wont play me But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks Kid Rock be comin with the "boom boom boom" biatch Im from the six biatch straight from the R-O "Kid Rock, I aint not bitch" Oh yes you are hoe So quit frontin like ya dont know When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino Get a good look, bro, get a good gander Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser Spreadin like a cancer, a virus Now your lookin really gay Like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus I'm the highest emcee of all time Got my mind on the D, and the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes cant see Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV I be what they call an O G bitch I'm the mother fuckin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Say what One time for your mother Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss Got the money green cutty with the high pro gloss A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch. The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I dont be givin' a fuck Who the hell can rap better then me Cause I'm a true fuckin player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P Is for pimpin, early mornin' stoned pimpin I been down, been around from the bottom to the top Partyin' down with the slimmy's, and the cities that I rock So a oh baby baby baby let me love ya If you wanna get your freak on I just fuck ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh Bitch, shit, I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Hey hey hey yeah yeah Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands up high hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all Just throw your hands up high lets rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all
I'm Joe C bitch Let me get them digits I might be a little small hoe But I aint no God damn midget So stick it up your ass where the sun dont shine I'm verticly challenged, your verticly blind I'm 3 foot 9. it's 10 foot long I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong I can flow on like all night long Till the break of dawn Till the early morn I'm a thorn in your side Can you feel me stickin 80 pills a day bitch, I aint bullshittin So groove baby groove baby call your momma I'm like Charlie Hooker girl I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama Eith the boogie drama yeah With the boogie drama oh yeah Ridin around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good. With the boogie, drama yeah Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine. Playin the radio you look so fine. With the boogie, drama With the boogie, drama Well well well baby Let's get funkie, that's my job Punchin 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12 Day in and day out, let's get funky Come on everybody With the boogie drama
Unlike me, you're gonna run away Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it therrreee
I never went to college, I ain't got no skills I got hair to my shoulders and a bottle of pills I got bills stacked up like a turkey club I blew my last dime drinkin at the local pub
I am not sunshine I am dark and grey For this life of sins I live, each day I pay I am not Jesus But I died in vain Only to relive each day I'll pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it therrrreeee
Rock, rock y'all (Rock y'all) To the beat y'all (Ah, to the beat y'all) Check it out y'all (Check it out y'all) You cant stop y'all (You can't stop y'all) Rock, rock y'all (Rock y'all) To the beat y'all (Ah, to the beat y'all) Check it out y'all (Check it out y'all) You come alive y'all (Alive y'all) Come on
I never felt at home, although I grew up loved I got a junkies mind in a ramblin man's blood Got a flood full of thoughts that's caught in a dam Somedays I'm gone, but that's where I am I'm fit to slip another rippin rhyme I'm so ahead of the game, I feel left behind Another dime to boost, I got boots of lead Hope I live to see this virus spread
I am not sunshine I am dark and grey For this life of sins I live Each day I pay I am not Jesus But I died in vain Only to relive each day I pay
Unlike me, you're gonna run away Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it there
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick I'm nothin but a funky country hick But I still get down with a sound that pumps And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump Never been questioned by the F.B.I Although I've tried every method just to get high L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on Down to the muther fuckin A.M. As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name
Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come On, Come On What's My Name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Sing that shit Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Uhh I said what's my name? Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Now break it down like this
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in Half off the wagon with my feet draggin Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho So count my props you can't get with me And fuck all u cops u ain't shit to me But hoes with guns playin hard for fun So stay off my dick because I ain't the one For anyone tryin to bust And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine Now tell me what's my name
Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come on bitch What's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come on, come on Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Uhh I said what's my name Kid Rock
My veins are poppin from this love inside I just can't let it out This pipe and these needles are my only guide They've got me on the wrong route What is my life about Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen Dreamin' like a lonely child I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too Oh Lord Oh Lord Man I wish that you could see them too Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime Cause I been missin you I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine I'm feeling oh so young But still I must die to get to you And if I do I wonder how just you will see me And implicate the things I've done I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen I'll see you soon Now where's my gun
Oh Lord Oh Lord Oh Lord Wheres my gun Oh wheres my gun Oh Lord Wheres my gun Oh Lord My gun
Let me open your eyes Let me see who you are I am you, you are me We are a part of The second coming of christ It's God himself in a jar Yeah...yeah Yeah...yeah
Let me open your eyes Let me see who you are I am you, you are me We are a part of The second coming of christ Its god himself in a jar Yeahhhh Heyyyyyyy
You got me, sad and lonely When I'm me...me You know you make me so lonely I am so alone And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry
Cause I remember way back when Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the clem With some friends George and Jay We was a funky fresh crew when i DJ'ed But what a shock it was to be on the set Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects No regrets cause I learned alot And I earned alot in the parking lot Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rocks You can call me that little white kid Who could rock on the two turntables And that aint no fable Watchin Eddie Murphie, instead of Clark Gable My whole lifestyle switched Hoss Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash But I could never wait for them weekends to come Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Boom, boom, the basement On the turntables fuckin it up, in Dukes basement Boomtime productions, who kept the jam jumpin Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin And get some love back to those that loved me 206 Court street, and my second mom Tracy, little Keesha, and Cole My mellow boe, and my homegirl Flo Doc Ralph C used to buy me some But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club Tom, Rich, and Mike Shafer used to give me rides And buy me groceries when I didnt have no papers And Im grateful for this Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss Making demos my old four track Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back, back in the time (3x) Got kicked out again for bein fly Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli An' they greeted me like brothers R-I-P to the coolass mothers An my brother din dada For the homies that aint here I still gotta lot of love I wanna go back, way back To change things and bring y'all back I pour a tear out for y'all Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul Life brings alot of tragedy I look around at times and its so sad to see A wasted life, or a broken home But all I can do is take care of my own I feel so alone like a stranger And sometimes I express my love through my anger And I lost alot of friends for this Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest Katie C, and Chris And the rest of the beach crew I aint sayin that i'm wrong, but I still got love for you Cause I remember how it used to be Make way motherfuckers beach crew's in the party To the right to the left Me Black Man, and Funk Daddy, Deaf Steph And sometimes i feel blessed for sure To have been a part of one or raps last great tours Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo, yo Kid Rock and it dont stop I Wanna Go Back (3x) I remember Little Robert, cause i stayed with him I used to go and see Campbel when i need a trim Ands when times got grim, and it seemed that i lost my way I used to go and get blown out with Raveigh Bumpin shoulders and slappin hands Willie Night had a disco right in his basement man Them New Haven jams Me and Black man runnin' crazy scams Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing Just makin that money and pullin them hunnies Spandex shorts, and the halter tops Slangin them rocks, and runnin from the cops The only white kid walked around on the block Crusin' in Amp's low ridin' rag top Go see Howard for what you need Underage, buyin' 40's and bags of weed Buyin late night liquor, from Bubba Coles People used to say "Rock you got soul" Finks looked out, and so did Lou Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot Chuck, Dee, and Murph were the origional 3 And now Richard, Dee, and Kracker are down with me I got a studio, records, and a taste of fame But when i roll through the krem, it's all the same Even though things change, you know i aint forgot Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock But it's hard to go back to the things i knew Cause the new life i have now, lives for 2 Yeah, and that's where i'm at I wanna go back (3x) Let it ride, let it ride
Pass that dang coat boy i'm back My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper So watch me whip another funky rhyme East side swingin with the Boones wine Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to And if you fuck with the Rock, i'll roast you A little toast to the real emcee's Aint no love for the wanna be's So, hey ho dont call me Joe Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow I can battle rap, and all that other crap So if ya dont want none, better step to the back I'm from the motherfuckin ole school Basement party's and the Klem fool Talkin that trash, i wish you would Come step to Rock, it's all good Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin Hittin you straight with the fresh shit Wid western funk, and i'm the best biatch The K to the I to the chrome D's I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game Servin you hoe's like it aint no thing Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin I dont care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin Shit, one time, one rhyme Cause i'm that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick Hittin you hoe's with the real shit Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Now if you dont know hoe, i'm the man in the dark I got more ripps than Stanly Clark Or George Clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot So if ya want some, get some If ya need some, here's some If ya dont just step to the rear son I'm commin with the quickness If you dis this biatch, you'll wind up on my hit list I'll put a bounty on your head Mclough County (?) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace But it aint Rocky Dennis Watch me bang this rhyme in half I'm like Moses, with the mic. as my staph Layin down them 10 comandments Tho shall not dis the Rock God damnit Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on
I sense danger, I'm a stranger I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger And my anger has no outlet So all day long I smoke that sess I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like YAHHHHHHHH!!! And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us
*So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
I sense danger, I'm a stranger I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger I feel funny, and I smell like sex But in my heart I have no regrets So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like Cause everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us
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I see lights in my sights, but they look dim I never backed out or cracked out, but I look thin I wanna fight for the right, but I'm wrong Say you love me, now I'm gone I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us
I'm not the trash you think i am talking trailor park Come to my mansion bitch and watch me stick it after dark I'll take you higher, higher I'll take you lower, slower I'll make you talk that talk and walk that walk hoe
I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I see you checkin out my car and my residence Your hell bound and I see your gettin whiskey bent I been around and I know what you meant You don't wanna fuck me you wanna fuck some dead president
*I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
I'm super fly bitch I'm not that guy bitch I'll fuck you blind leave you face down in the ditch Thought you'd get rich straight fuckin with the player I'm the pimp of the nation yeah the pussy surveyor hey
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I like that long hair swingin in them Calvin Klines I pull them young, start fuckin with their virgin minds I give a fuck about your poppa or your mother I'll walk up on your ass and bitch slap your brother say
* Repeat x 3 I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker Out on the highway we loved to roll He never made me go to school I never begged to go I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks I was born to be a hick See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin Kissin and huggin on some distant lands People always tell me I'm a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick Ohhh I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin Kissin and huggin on some distant lands People always tell me I'm a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick See I was born to be a hick man Yeah I was born to be a hick man Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a shotgun tokin I'm a John Deere drivin I'm a hick Ah har
I need somebody won't u help me I need somebody won't you tell me who I am I need somebody please please help me I need somebody u must tell me who I am I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time If u could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like heaven And I believe it stems down from my family situation I never liked my old man I couldn't stand to be around him Sometimes I sit all alone just starin at his picture My heart turns to stone and I think of this
You never loved me you never held me tight instead u shook me like a beast to wake me up at night u tried to make me think that your ways were best when all I was was an outlet for all your stress
Life it's the ultimate sin A game with no rules that you're expected to win My personal hell's hidden with a grin "Dad take the stand and let the trial begin" U said that oil and water don't mix though it seems cool Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool U should've went to school like your bigger brother but you played the fool with a different color Runnin' ship with a whip I tried to keep up but I kept getting tripped Money made u so wise how could u look thru my face and not see your own eyes Do as i say and not as I do but I can't cuz when I look in the mirror I see u And oh the pain how it hurts it was always your home and your business that came first U said a man is as good as his word but your mind was closed and mine never herd They say the nut don't fall far from the tree look at u then look at me...
U ain't nothin to me u've never been to me And all u ever gave a damn about was money see So now fuck u man you ain't shit to me And it's the day that I die of this hate that I'm free Now I know growin up son that it ain't always been easy and I know at times I was not always there for you We never spent much time just talkin or havin a good time but understand growin up son I never had a dime So I worked my ass off and I put myself thru college and everything I have to this day u know I built it all Oh I wish I could go back and change the years that's lost between us I wish I could take back some of the things I said to you Son I said I'm sorry... Son I said I'm sorry but still u resent me so Son I said I'm sorry and why do u resent me so
I always loved u I always cared for u just never wanted U to go thru what I've been thru I tried to raise my fuckin family just the best I know and now I'm hated like the devil and for what I don't know Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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
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
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
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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
