I like to play Hank Williams Jr. Records
Just as loud as they will rock
I'm into lynerd skynerd Run DMC
And that American Pimp Kid Rock
I like Willie, Waylon, George and Merle and alot of ZZ Top
I like country, soul, rock-n-roll
And I love me some hip hop
I'm a redneck redneck rock-n-roll
Son of detroit
I don't like no new wave
Techno bands around
I'm a drink a couple dozen beers
Go out and jam some gears
I'm a long haired redneck rock-n-roll
Son of detroit
I got bougart and west coast chopper
That sure makes them bitches stare
Got a dead flamingo wrapped around this cowboy hat I wear
I like 2 cuss, yell, scream, fight
And raise all kinds of hell
And if you ride to live like I live to ride
Then let me hear that rebel yell
I like my whiskey straight up daiquiris
Make me ill
And if someone touches my beaver skins
I get mad enought to kill
I got a rifle rack in my pick up truck
Im a four wheelin maniac
And if you wanna race
Just name the place
And I'll show you where its at
Do It For You lyrics - Kid Rock
Been stiin alone
Thinking about the past
Another lonley night
Another empty glass
This path im walking
Always seems to lead no where
I wonder how much you think of me
How we used to laugh
How we used to be
It seems like freedom
Has never had a man so scared
Times might change
Love it comes and goes
How i wish i could have shown you
How deep for you my love goes
And i know this might seem crazy
I would end my life for you
You know i dont want to
But id do it for you
Hey id do it for you
I wonder how much you think of me
It hurts to think the past
Is all that you can see
Now it seems like freedom
Is better then the love we shared
[repeat chorus]
Listen to me
I wonder how long it takes to see
Theres nothing more i want
Then you here with me
Freedoms been knockin
But i refuse to let her in
Times may change
Love it comes and goes
How i wish i would have shown you
How deep for you my love goes
And i know this might sound crazy
I would end my life for you
You know i want to
Come back home and care for you
Baby id do anything for you
Id do anything for you
Thinking about the past
Another lonley night
Another empty glass
This path im walking
Always seems to lead no where
I wonder how much you think of me
How we used to laugh
How we used to be
It seems like freedom
Has never had a man so scared
Times might change
Love it comes and goes
How i wish i could have shown you
How deep for you my love goes
And i know this might seem crazy
I would end my life for you
You know i dont want to
But id do it for you
Hey id do it for you
I wonder how much you think of me
It hurts to think the past
Is all that you can see
Now it seems like freedom
Is better then the love we shared
[repeat chorus]
Listen to me
I wonder how long it takes to see
Theres nothing more i want
Then you here with me
Freedoms been knockin
But i refuse to let her in
Times may change
Love it comes and goes
How i wish i would have shown you
How deep for you my love goes
And i know this might sound crazy
I would end my life for you
You know i want to
Come back home and care for you
Baby id do anything for you
Id do anything for you
Hard Night For Sarah lyrics - Kid Rock
Its been a hard night for sarah
The divorce went through today
Ten years out the window
Shes been faithful all the way
Shes feeling really bitter
Shes feeling lost and small
She wonders where it all went wrong
Its been a hard night for sarah
Shes taken quite a fall
Well he was all she ever hoped for
And she gave him all she had
Never gave a cause to worry
Never hurt her or made her sad
And no one thought to tell her
They all figured that she knew
Just another harmless fling
A phase all men go through
Its been a hard night for sarah
Shes going to have to see it through
Gonna have to see it through
The sun is slowly rising
On another brand new day
The children will be waking soon
And shell send them on their way
Its been a hard night for sarah
Its been a hard night for sarah
Its been a hard night for sarah
But today is another day
Today is another day
The divorce went through today
Ten years out the window
Shes been faithful all the way
Shes feeling really bitter
Shes feeling lost and small
She wonders where it all went wrong
Its been a hard night for sarah
Shes taken quite a fall
Well he was all she ever hoped for
And she gave him all she had
Never gave a cause to worry
Never hurt her or made her sad
And no one thought to tell her
They all figured that she knew
Just another harmless fling
A phase all men go through
Its been a hard night for sarah
Shes going to have to see it through
Gonna have to see it through
The sun is slowly rising
On another brand new day
The children will be waking soon
And shell send them on their way
Its been a hard night for sarah
Its been a hard night for sarah
Its been a hard night for sarah
But today is another day
Today is another day
Run Off To LA lyrics - Kid Rock
This here aint no love song
And it aint for you
Its for the folks that relate to
What ive been going through
Its for the 40 hour overtime
Workin man
And too the good women out there
I know youll understand
Why dont you run off to L.A.
And lose your mind
And get some energy docter to tell
You everything is fine
We can still be friends like you talk about
But first give me back them pearls
And the keys to my fuckin house
Get out
They say all wee need is just a little patience
But what do you do when your woman
Is too high maintenance yea
Im hatin to admit it
Even if its your wife
Tell her pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life
Its a classic line baby
I just wanna be friends
But baby my friends dont haver the keys to my mercedes benz, no
I think i know what you mean
You wanna talk and such
Tell me all your problems
But we dont fuck
Aint that right
I had plenty of friends before i met you
I dont need no more
So now i thinks its time you started headin out for that doorand even tho i feel real bad tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life
They say all we need is juat a little patience
Yea
But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance
I know
Im hatin to admit it even if its your wife
Tell her to pack your bags
And take the first train out of my life
Why dont you run off to L.A.
And lose your mind
Youve got 15 minutes and
I think your wasting time yea
Its easy to see when youve lost your mind
But here ill be when you decide to come back blind
You were a midwest girl who says
She liked to drink beer and hang
And now your walkin red carpets talkin new york hip hop slang
And even though i might break down
And cry tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life oh yea yea
Why dont you run off to L.A.
And it aint for you
Its for the folks that relate to
What ive been going through
Its for the 40 hour overtime
Workin man
And too the good women out there
I know youll understand
Why dont you run off to L.A.
And lose your mind
And get some energy docter to tell
You everything is fine
We can still be friends like you talk about
But first give me back them pearls
And the keys to my fuckin house
Get out
They say all wee need is just a little patience
But what do you do when your woman
Is too high maintenance yea
Im hatin to admit it
Even if its your wife
Tell her pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life
Its a classic line baby
I just wanna be friends
But baby my friends dont haver the keys to my mercedes benz, no
I think i know what you mean
You wanna talk and such
Tell me all your problems
But we dont fuck
Aint that right
I had plenty of friends before i met you
I dont need no more
So now i thinks its time you started headin out for that doorand even tho i feel real bad tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life
They say all we need is juat a little patience
Yea
But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance
I know
Im hatin to admit it even if its your wife
Tell her to pack your bags
And take the first train out of my life
Why dont you run off to L.A.
And lose your mind
Youve got 15 minutes and
I think your wasting time yea
Its easy to see when youve lost your mind
But here ill be when you decide to come back blind
You were a midwest girl who says
She liked to drink beer and hang
And now your walkin red carpets talkin new york hip hop slang
And even though i might break down
And cry tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life oh yea yea
Why dont you run off to L.A.
Single Father lyrics - Kid Rock
Latley ive been spendin lots of time with my kid
Tellin him stories
About the things that we did
When we were a family
Long time ago
Ive answerd his questions
Till im blue in the face
Wish all that hurt in him
I could erase
But i tell him the truth
Cause he aint to young to know
Single father
Part time mother
When im not one
Then im the other
You used to be
My full time lover
Now im a single father
And a part time mother
I spend every minute
I can with my boy
Theres no doubt about it
Hes my pride and joy
Someday he will grow up
And i wont have him no more
Some things i just find
Too hard to exsplain
So we go to mcdonalds
Or i buy him a train
And we go put it together
On the living room floor
Such is the life
Of a single father
He says daddy exsplain
If its not too much bother
While its just you and me
Living here in this home
I dont understand it
And neither does he
Why theres just two
When there should be three of us
Sharing this moment
Lord i feel so alone
[repeat chorus]
Tellin him stories
About the things that we did
When we were a family
Long time ago
Ive answerd his questions
Till im blue in the face
Wish all that hurt in him
I could erase
But i tell him the truth
Cause he aint to young to know
Single father
Part time mother
When im not one
Then im the other
You used to be
My full time lover
Now im a single father
And a part time mother
I spend every minute
I can with my boy
Theres no doubt about it
Hes my pride and joy
Someday he will grow up
And i wont have him no more
Some things i just find
Too hard to exsplain
So we go to mcdonalds
Or i buy him a train
And we go put it together
On the living room floor
Such is the life
Of a single father
He says daddy exsplain
If its not too much bother
While its just you and me
Living here in this home
I dont understand it
And neither does he
Why theres just two
When there should be three of us
Sharing this moment
Lord i feel so alone
[repeat chorus]
Trucker Anthem lyrics - Kid Rock
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Singin, hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers
Here we, kinny come come
You know what we do and where we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Who's your Uncle?)
Uncle Krackerrrrrr
I'm double wide on the side, in the back of the bus
I'm your Uncle Kracker sittin' platnum plus
Double platnum (what?) Tripple platnum (fuck)
You'd be a calm motherfucker if you add that up.
Can you back that up?
Yeah, but what for?
I got a big brick house with 2 gold doors.
Was born in that, you need to shut my mouth
I'm the same motherfucker you been hearin' about
Kracker went pop?
Naw, I did the pop bash
Floatin' through the air waves, pickin' up cash
I dropped bottom D, people thought i went soft, shit
I'm still very difficult to fuck with
Straight outta the sticks of Romeo Michigan
The early morning stoned motherfucking pimp
of the God damn nationnnnnnn
Ye haw motherfuckers lets rock
With the Kid, that's all, ya dig, ya dont stop
Got rifs to rock, brought boones to slam
Now who's the man? Kid Rock God damn
Back on the scene like a fiend for beats
Aint 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 wack
I'ma unpack, and set up shop
I'ma step back and watch you rock
I'ma rock track, so stop the pop
Then I'ma master blastin through the aftershock
I got, dug ditches to burry you bitches
Who roll the flow and wanna stop the show
So I'ma roll and flow another encore seven
From north of Detroit, way south of Heaven
Heaven, heaven, heaven
Yeahhhh
Turn it up, turn it up turn it up
Ughh Come onnnnn
Kid Rock motherfucker with the TBT
Rollin' 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 ya, send me your address, I'll swing by
Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fuckin' crew high
Say bye, bye, bye to the wack
And let it be known Kid Rock is back
Yeahhh rollin' with the TBT
Were gonna rock the house for my man Joe C.
Yeahh, we wanna start this show, come on
Come on, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Singin, hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers
Here we, kinny come come
You know what we do and where we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Who's your Uncle?)
Uncle Krackerrrrrr
I'm double wide on the side, in the back of the bus
I'm your Uncle Kracker sittin' platnum plus
Double platnum (what?) Tripple platnum (fuck)
You'd be a calm motherfucker if you add that up.
Can you back that up?
Yeah, but what for?
I got a big brick house with 2 gold doors.
Was born in that, you need to shut my mouth
I'm the same motherfucker you been hearin' about
Kracker went pop?
Naw, I did the pop bash
Floatin' through the air waves, pickin' up cash
I dropped bottom D, people thought i went soft, shit
I'm still very difficult to fuck with
Straight outta the sticks of Romeo Michigan
The early morning stoned motherfucking pimp
of the God damn nationnnnnnn
Ye haw motherfuckers lets rock
With the Kid, that's all, ya dig, ya dont stop
Got rifs to rock, brought boones to slam
Now who's the man? Kid Rock God damn
Back on the scene like a fiend for beats
Aint 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 wack
I'ma unpack, and set up shop
I'ma step back and watch you rock
I'ma rock track, so stop the pop
Then I'ma master blastin through the aftershock
I got, dug ditches to burry you bitches
Who roll the flow and wanna stop the show
So I'ma roll and flow another encore seven
From north of Detroit, way south of Heaven
Heaven, heaven, heaven
Yeahhhh
Turn it up, turn it up turn it up
Ughh Come onnnnn
Kid Rock motherfucker with the TBT
Rollin' 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 ya, send me your address, I'll swing by
Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fuckin' crew high
Say bye, bye, bye to the wack
And let it be known Kid Rock is back
Yeahhh rollin' with the TBT
Were gonna rock the house for my man Joe C.
Yeahh, we wanna start this show, come on
Come on, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Forever lyrics - Kid Rock
I'm back (back) the fog has lifted
The earth has shifted
and 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 rifs
Thick like Al Rowker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music i make (uh)
[chorus]
I make punk rock
and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher then a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And i mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever been the Kid Rock
Forever
The junkies are, still cigar puffin
Still the same cause I ain't changed nothin
Huffin and puffin
I got you rookies
All in check doin' the redneck boogie
The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double deck pack
Forget all that i'm still singin
And like kids on monkey bars i'm still swingin
Thought I got 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 two
Red white and the pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin you more then the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make (uh uh)
[chorus]
The black hat is back, in original form
The ledgible creditable inevitable storm
Way past the norm,still misbehavin
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin
Young crones 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
Thumpin like a drum kit
With rifs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket
8 ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow you now how i live
Can't say that Kid
Fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rockin in the free world
[chorus]
punk rock
Forever
hip hop
Forever
tree top
Forever
Kid Rock (yeahhhhhhhh!)
punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
southern rock
Forever
Kid Rock
Forever (yeahhhhhhhhh!)
FOREVER!!
The earth has shifted
and 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 rifs
Thick like Al Rowker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music i make (uh)
[chorus]
I make punk rock
and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher then a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And i mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever been the Kid Rock
Forever
The junkies are, still cigar puffin
Still the same cause I ain't changed nothin
Huffin and puffin
I got you rookies
All in check doin' the redneck boogie
The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double deck pack
Forget all that i'm still singin
And like kids on monkey bars i'm still swingin
Thought I got 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 two
Red white and the pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin you more then the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make (uh uh)
[chorus]
The black hat is back, in original form
The ledgible creditable inevitable storm
Way past the norm,still misbehavin
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin
Young crones 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
Thumpin like a drum kit
With rifs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket
8 ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow you now how i live
Can't say that Kid
Fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rockin in the free world
[chorus]
punk rock
Forever
hip hop
Forever
tree top
Forever
Kid Rock (yeahhhhhhhh!)
punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
southern rock
Forever
Kid Rock
Forever (yeahhhhhhhhh!)
FOREVER!!
Lay It On Me lyrics - Kid Rock
Lay it on me
King 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 hoe's than the free cash levers
So you better never, question the cleaver, cleaver
I sever whatever, forget her, and turn 'em redder than ever
You bet I wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit city
71 super charged big block HEMI
Ya eldavarge, I'm livin' more like Lemmy
B-B-B-B-B Benny and the jet's is hot
But you aint never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock
And Twisted Brown Truckers like a loaded gun
We're the band that other bands run from
Doin' the backstage boogie is where you'll find me
If you want some of that flash a pass, come back and
lay it on me
Lay it on me
Baby you got
Lay it on me
Uhh..just lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Now, people always say I aint livin' right
But it aint my fault you misplaced your life
Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy
Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city
Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs
Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs
1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I'm gone
Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn
I'm makin' pancakes baby if ya crack the eggs
You'll feel the Irish Tornado if you spread your legs
No need to beg, and don't trail behind me
Just step up front a little lady and
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Baby you got
Lay it on me
Uhh uhh uhh uhh..just lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Hey, hey, hey
(talkbox)Here we go, lets, lets jam.
We're comin', we're comin', we're comin'
Live from Detroit it's Saturday night
Got the funky fresh rhymes no need to bite
And to ya'll hee haws who thought I'd never rank
I'm goin' hahahahaha all the way to the bank bitch
I got rich off a keepin' it real
While you radioheads are reinventin' the wheel
Got critics all trippin' off I don't know what
While I'm sippin' king louie not givin' a fuck
Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews
But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes
Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap
Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that
Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers
From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers
Understand I want peace like Ghandi
But until that day I'ma walk this way so
Lay it on me
I'm talkin' 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 me
I can love you like that
Lay it on me
I'd rather fuck to Foghat
Lay it on me
Yeah I can make you shake
Slow ride it baby through the piano break
Come on, come on, come on
So step up front little lady
Lay it on me
Got to lay it on
Lay it on me
Yeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh
Ohhhhhh lat it on me
You gotta 1, 2, 3 give it up
Lay it on me
King 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 hoe's than the free cash levers
So you better never, question the cleaver, cleaver
I sever whatever, forget her, and turn 'em redder than ever
You bet I wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit city
71 super charged big block HEMI
Ya eldavarge, I'm livin' more like Lemmy
B-B-B-B-B Benny and the jet's is hot
But you aint never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock
And Twisted Brown Truckers like a loaded gun
We're the band that other bands run from
Doin' the backstage boogie is where you'll find me
If you want some of that flash a pass, come back and
lay it on me
Lay it on me
Baby you got
Lay it on me
Uhh..just lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Now, people always say I aint livin' right
But it aint my fault you misplaced your life
Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy
Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city
Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs
Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs
1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I'm gone
Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn
I'm makin' pancakes baby if ya crack the eggs
You'll feel the Irish Tornado if you spread your legs
No need to beg, and don't trail behind me
Just step up front a little lady and
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Baby you got
Lay it on me
Uhh uhh uhh uhh..just lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Hey, hey, hey
(talkbox)Here we go, lets, lets jam.
We're comin', we're comin', we're comin'
Live from Detroit it's Saturday night
Got the funky fresh rhymes no need to bite
And to ya'll hee haws who thought I'd never rank
I'm goin' hahahahaha all the way to the bank bitch
I got rich off a keepin' it real
While you radioheads are reinventin' the wheel
Got critics all trippin' off I don't know what
While I'm sippin' king louie not givin' a fuck
Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews
But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes
Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap
Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that
Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers
From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers
Understand I want peace like Ghandi
But until that day I'ma walk this way so
Lay it on me
I'm talkin' 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 me
I can love you like that
Lay it on me
I'd rather fuck to Foghat
Lay it on me
Yeah I can make you shake
Slow ride it baby through the piano break
Come on, come on, come on
So step up front little lady
Lay it on me
Got to lay it on
Lay it on me
Yeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh
Ohhhhhh lat it on me
You gotta 1, 2, 3 give it up
Lay it on me
Cocky lyrics - Kid Rock
Guess who's back? haha
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused 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 beetle 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
[Chorus:]
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It ain't 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
Don't 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
Fuck a real good girl, I 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 Fonzy
Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft. donzy
You got a Bentley? 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 clapin' my gardeners and fuckin' my maids
Nevermind my age but if we're takin' number
15 million sold motherfucker
[Chorus x2]
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused 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 beetle 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
[Chorus:]
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It ain't 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
Don't 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
Fuck a real good girl, I 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 Fonzy
Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft. donzy
You got a Bentley? 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 clapin' my gardeners and fuckin' my maids
Nevermind my age but if we're takin' number
15 million sold motherfucker
[Chorus x2]
What I Learned Out On The Road lyrics - Kid Rock
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
ah yeah
ah 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 Yeah
Cause I'm a bad maama jamma from Detroit city
Rock from southern Alabama back to Mackinaw 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'm 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 Mackinaw city
I'm raw and greedy, show me kitty, I'll lick 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'm 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
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
ah yeah
ah 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 Yeah
Cause I'm a bad maama jamma from Detroit city
Rock from southern Alabama back to Mackinaw 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'm 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 Mackinaw city
I'm raw and greedy, show me kitty, I'll lick 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'm 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
I'm Wrong But You Ain't Right lyrics - Kid Rock
Breakin' the silence is the hardest thing in life
Knowing that your wrong
Feelin' like you cant go on
I've been a victim so many times
But I'm man enough to know when I'm wrong
[shotgun cocking]
With the fresh cut mullets back row in sight
Pass the packed bowl and I'ma rock all night
Up tight right wingers tryin' say i'm what
I'm a flight bound singer not giving a fuck
Hard luck I'm 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
I'm 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 i'm 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 I'ma keep rippin'
And you can bitch but the strippers gonna keep strippin'
I'm singin' songs in the key of life
and you can say I'm 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
[Shotgun cocking]
[Shotgun cocking]
You aint righhhhhhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You you you you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
Knowing that your wrong
Feelin' like you cant go on
I've been a victim so many times
But I'm man enough to know when I'm wrong
[shotgun cocking]
With the fresh cut mullets back row in sight
Pass the packed bowl and I'ma rock all night
Up tight right wingers tryin' say i'm what
I'm a flight bound singer not giving a fuck
Hard luck I'm 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
I'm 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 i'm 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 I'ma keep rippin'
And you can bitch but the strippers gonna keep strippin'
I'm singin' songs in the key of life
and you can say I'm 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
[Shotgun cocking]
[Shotgun cocking]
You aint righhhhhhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You you you you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
Lonely Road Of Faith lyrics - Kid Rock
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
God is great indeed
If you believe, in the everlife
Yeah we gotta
Make some sense of the piece that we've found
And if you just hold on, I wont let ya fall
We can make it through the storms and the winds of change
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
On this lonely road of faith
On this 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
God is great indeed
If you believe, in the everlife
Yeah we gotta
Make some sense of the piece that we've found
And if you just hold on, I wont let ya fall
We can make it through the storms and the winds of change
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
On this lonely road of faith
On this lonely road of faith
You Never Met A Motherfucker Quite Like Me lyrics - Kid Rock
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 Ahmet Ertegun, 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 meet
(Hey come on already)
You never meet
(stop)
What?
(Dude, theres more to life that just you)
ha ha
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 Ahmet Ertegun, 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 meet
(Hey come on already)
You never meet
(stop)
What?
(Dude, theres more to life that just you)
ha ha
Picture lyrics - Kid Rock (feat. Sheryl Crow)
[Kid Rock]
Livin' my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I ain't seen the sun shine in 3 damn days
Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her
I put your picture away, sat down and cried today
I can't look at you, while I'm lyin next to her
[Sheryl Crow]
I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they wont tell
But their half hearted smiles tell me
Somethin' just ain't right
I been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I put your picture away
I wonder where you been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I saw ya yesterday with an old friend
[Kid Rock]
It was the same ole same "how have you been"
[Both]
Since you been gone my worlds been dark & grey
[Kid Rock]
You reminded me of brighter days
[Sheryl Crow]
I hoped you were comin' home to stay
I was headed to church
[Kid Rock]
I was off to drink you away
[Both]
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
I'm A Dog lyrics - Kid Rock
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'ma dog mamma
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'ma dog mamma
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 yeah
Cause I'ma dog baby
See me ride across the country
I'ma dog bitch
Big suitcase full of money
I'ma dog mamma
And I'm rollin' El Camino
I'ma D-D-D dog
I'ma dog baby
I'ma dog baby
I'ma dog baby
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'ma dog mamma
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'ma dog mamma
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 yeah
Cause I'ma dog baby
See me ride across the country
I'ma dog bitch
Big suitcase full of money
I'ma dog mamma
And I'm rollin' El Camino
I'ma D-D-D dog
I'ma dog baby
I'ma dog baby
I'ma dog baby
Midnight Train To Memphis lyrics - Kid Rock
I was hiding from the sun once again
I was running from the time my friend
I've lost another war
So, I poured one more and 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 saw it in her eyes - she'd be gone before the evenin'
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's that's here this mornin'
With a wife and kids at home with a job some where 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
[David Spade]
Dude, what station is this? K snooze?
Kid Rock I thought he was the American bad ass
He's putting me to sleep. Nudge me if he gets over five decibals.
I knew his first album was a good one
But that's the way I am
And this is how I jam
All across the land from Alabam to bandstand
Doped up rebel with an attitude
Shit
So fuck a bitch
So fuck a bitch
So fuck a bitch
I won't switch won't quit my vices
Flip the script cause I'm gonna slice the righteous
Haven't you heard I don't refrain
Free as a bird and 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.
And it don't
And it don't
With an 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 been looking for some reasons, but I ain't found one down in Texas
I been changing with the seasons
Walked in a new line back to Memphis.
I was running from the time my friend
I've lost another war
So, I poured one more and 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 saw it in her eyes - she'd be gone before the evenin'
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's that's here this mornin'
With a wife and kids at home with a job some where 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
[David Spade]
Dude, what station is this? K snooze?
Kid Rock I thought he was the American bad ass
He's putting me to sleep. Nudge me if he gets over five decibals.
I knew his first album was a good one
But that's the way I am
And this is how I jam
All across the land from Alabam to bandstand
Doped up rebel with an attitude
Shit
So fuck a bitch
So fuck a bitch
So fuck a bitch
I won't switch won't quit my vices
Flip the script cause I'm gonna slice the righteous
Haven't you heard I don't refrain
Free as a bird and 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.
And it don't
And it don't
With an 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 been looking for some reasons, but I ain't found one down in Texas
I been changing with the seasons
Walked in a new line back to Memphis.
Baby Come Home lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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
Drunk In The Morning lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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
WCSR lyrics - Kid Rock (feat. Snoop Dogg)
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 Mother fucker yo I ain't no fag
I fuck bitches dry I fuck em on the rag
Tag their toes - check em off my list
Hoes get fucked - They don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp gettin much respect
I'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world perks
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 cites
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
All world class
It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to your mama and your sister bitch
I play hoes like a mother fucking football game
I pull my dick out and you'll say it's good ya'll came
Ya'll did ya'll thing - worked a nigga 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 it's all done with game
I've fucked so many hoes I can't remember their name
But it ain't about that - Bitch I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where yo 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 a private jet out of JFK
Sippin' the Beck's - And feeling A Okay
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherfuckin' Clinton sittin' next to me
We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mackin' gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So, I stuck five and that made ten
Shit two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me - It was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet
Yeah - 30,000 mother fuckin feet flying high
Kid Rock Beeped Out?
And we thought we do's it the most on the coast
Shit we got the sex rhymes
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey
Cause if you do, I'm gunna kick something for you
A little something like this
Oh shit some gangster shit
All I need is a gangster bitch
If gangster shit is all I kick
I fucked with a black brown or a white chick
Bitch you can act like you ain't with the shit
I'm here to strip a bitch and cold pimp a bit
Lookin for love in all the wrong places
Lookin for love - fuck love it's too racists
Smokin it up in too many places
Bustin 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 knows 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
Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tack a 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
Pissed off, pissed off
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
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 passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed
Let's do it
Should we do it
Can we do it
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
All world class
Kid Rock Mother fucker yo I ain't no fag
I fuck bitches dry I fuck em on the rag
Tag their toes - check em off my list
Hoes get fucked - They don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp gettin much respect
I'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world perks
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 cites
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
All world class
It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to your mama and your sister bitch
I play hoes like a mother fucking football game
I pull my dick out and you'll say it's good ya'll came
Ya'll did ya'll thing - worked a nigga 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 it's all done with game
I've fucked so many hoes I can't remember their name
But it ain't about that - Bitch I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where yo 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 a private jet out of JFK
Sippin' the Beck's - And feeling A Okay
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherfuckin' Clinton sittin' next to me
We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mackin' gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So, I stuck five and that made ten
Shit two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me - It was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet
Yeah - 30,000 mother fuckin feet flying high
Kid Rock Beeped Out?
And we thought we do's it the most on the coast
Shit we got the sex rhymes
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey
Cause if you do, I'm gunna kick something for you
A little something like this
Oh shit some gangster shit
All I need is a gangster bitch
If gangster shit is all I kick
I fucked with a black brown or a white chick
Bitch you can act like you ain't with the shit
I'm here to strip a bitch and cold pimp a bit
Lookin for love in all the wrong places
Lookin for love - fuck love it's too racists
Smokin it up in too many places
Bustin 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 knows 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
Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tack a 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
Pissed off, pissed off
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
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 passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed
Let's do it
Should we do it
Can we do it
"Devil Without A Cause" (1998)
- Bawitdaba lyrics - Kid Rock
- Cowboy lyrics - Kid Rock
- Devil Without A Cause lyrics - Kid Rock
- I Am The Bullgod lyrics - Kid Rock
- Roving Gangster (Rollin') lyrics - Kid Rock
- Wasting Time lyrics - Kid Rock
- Welcome To The Party lyrics - Kid Rock
- I Got One For Ya lyrics - Kid Rock
- Somebody's Gotta Feel This lyrics - Kid Rock
- Fist Of Rage lyrics - Kid Rock
- Only God Knows Why lyrics - Kid Rock
- Fuck Off lyrics - KId Rock
- Where You At Rock lyrics - Kid Rock
- Black Chick, White Guy lyrics - Kid Rock
Bawitdaba lyrics - Kid Rock
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Get Ready)
My name is KIIIIIIIIIIIID...Kid Rock
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The candid freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the forties and the chicks with beepers
The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort
And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heros in the Methodone Clinic
All you bastards at the IRS
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of jack and the caps of meth
Half pints of love and the fifths of stress
For the hookers all tricking out in Hollywood
And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good and it's all in fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Love Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Kill Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Love Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
For the time bombs ticking and the heads that hang
All the gangs getting money and the heads that bang bang
Wild mustangs the porno flicks
All my homies in the county in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And for DB Cooper and money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone
What
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Love, and for the hate
And for the peace.... WARRRRRRRRRRRR
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Get Ready)
My name is KIIIIIIIIIIIID...Kid Rock
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The candid freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the forties and the chicks with beepers
The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort
And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heros in the Methodone Clinic
All you bastards at the IRS
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of jack and the caps of meth
Half pints of love and the fifths of stress
For the hookers all tricking out in Hollywood
And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good and it's all in fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Love Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Kill Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Love Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
For the time bombs ticking and the heads that hang
All the gangs getting money and the heads that bang bang
Wild mustangs the porno flicks
All my homies in the county in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And for DB Cooper and money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone
What
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Love, and for the hate
And for the peace.... WARRRRRRRRRRRR
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Cowboy lyrics - Kid Rock
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 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 a yacht with a flag sayin' chilling 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
Then to Tijuana... I wanna roam
Find Motown and tell them fools to 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 chilling with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding 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 blowing 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 chilling with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding 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 slimy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, 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 Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit
I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on trucking until 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
Riding 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 a yacht with a flag sayin' chilling 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
Then to Tijuana... I wanna roam
Find Motown and tell them fools to 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 chilling with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding 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 blowing 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 chilling with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding 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 slimy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, 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 Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit
I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on trucking until 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
Riding 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
Devil Without A Cause lyrics - Kid Rock
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 a 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 twelve gauges
Up that ass for the nine eight (nine eight)
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
Uh
Devil...Devil
Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
(Come On)
Yeah we come to party
I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin much respect from top record exec's
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 their 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
Seven 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
Were going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
Uh
Devil
Come on
Devil
Uh...Uh
Devil
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
Uh...Uh
Come on
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Hahahahaha
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 a 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 twelve gauges
Up that ass for the nine eight (nine eight)
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
Uh
Devil...Devil
Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
(Come On)
Yeah we come to party
I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin much respect from top record exec's
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 their 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
Seven 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
Were going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
Uh
Devil
Come on
Devil
Uh...Uh
Devil
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
Uh...Uh
Come on
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Hahahahaha
Roving Gangster (Rollin') lyrics - Kid Rock
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
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
Wasting Time lyrics - Kid Rock
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 fifteen Heinekins
I'm not born again but if I was
I'd ask to come back with a little more love
Puffin the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a 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 and 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
Hooold-up wait a minute I'm about to flow
Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow
Puffin the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a 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
Come on
Uh...Uh...Owwww
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 the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a 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
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 fifteen Heinekins
I'm not born again but if I was
I'd ask to come back with a little more love
Puffin the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a 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 and 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
Hooold-up wait a minute I'm about to flow
Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow
Puffin the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a 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
Come on
Uh...Uh...Owwww
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 the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a 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
Welcome To The Party lyrics - Kid Rock
Well 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
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
I Got One For Ya lyrics - Kid Rock
Lit up like the Fourth, I'm a happy drunk
Come to poppa big momma cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Thems are things that I ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak things
Hit it once maybe every couple week things
I got no love, I got no riches
I don't roll Vogues and I ain't got Switches
I got no game, I can't reward ya
But if you want a long one baby
I got one for ya this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
Uh-Huh Check It
People always talkin what they gonna do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the fuck's happened to the peace and love
Who planted that glove man, I don't care
I'm too busy runnin fingers through your momma's hair
I got no time for the fakes and phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side
Test my pride I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you're lookin for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil
I got one for ya, uh huh this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy
I Like that
Yeah...lay it down brother
Lay it down with me baby
Hu Hoooooo Hooo
Lay it down with me baby
Ha Ha
This is your chance
Record companies stressing cause they all want hits
Yeah I'm bout it bout it so I make em like this
They say, Hey there boy all we need is one song
Shorten up that hook we don't need it that long
Don't want to hear me cuss, don't want to hear me brag
So I'm grabbin on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never thinkin what I'm writin just writin what I'm doin
They say they like my record but they're still boo-hooin'
My joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya
Hey slime you wanna hit money...hahaha
I got one for ya
Bet that ass
This is your shot
Uh huh, Uh huh
I got one for ya
Here it is
This is your shot
Uh
We got one for ya babe, me and Kid Rock
We got one for ya babe, me and Kid Rock
Hey hey
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
Me and Kid Rock we gonna rock and gonna roll
We gonna rock, gonna roll, gonna rock & roll
Gonna rock, gonna roll, we gonna rock around
Ha Hiiiiiiiii Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
I like that
Come to poppa big momma cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Thems are things that I ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak things
Hit it once maybe every couple week things
I got no love, I got no riches
I don't roll Vogues and I ain't got Switches
I got no game, I can't reward ya
But if you want a long one baby
I got one for ya this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
Uh-Huh Check It
People always talkin what they gonna do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the fuck's happened to the peace and love
Who planted that glove man, I don't care
I'm too busy runnin fingers through your momma's hair
I got no time for the fakes and phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side
Test my pride I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you're lookin for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil
I got one for ya, uh huh this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy
I Like that
Yeah...lay it down brother
Lay it down with me baby
Hu Hoooooo Hooo
Lay it down with me baby
Ha Ha
This is your chance
Record companies stressing cause they all want hits
Yeah I'm bout it bout it so I make em like this
They say, Hey there boy all we need is one song
Shorten up that hook we don't need it that long
Don't want to hear me cuss, don't want to hear me brag
So I'm grabbin on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never thinkin what I'm writin just writin what I'm doin
They say they like my record but they're still boo-hooin'
My joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya
Hey slime you wanna hit money...hahaha
I got one for ya
Bet that ass
This is your shot
Uh huh, Uh huh
I got one for ya
Here it is
This is your shot
Uh
We got one for ya babe, me and Kid Rock
We got one for ya babe, me and Kid Rock
Hey hey
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
Me and Kid Rock we gonna rock and gonna roll
We gonna rock, gonna roll, gonna rock & roll
Gonna rock, gonna roll, we gonna rock around
Ha Hiiiiiiiii Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
I like that
Somebody's Gotta Feel This lyrics - Kid Rock
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
Living in sin and it's a beautiful thing
I wanna twang like Hank, rock like Run
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 chasing bunnies like a dummy overlooking my rent
And spent every red cent puttin hickeys on his bed
He's rocking dickie sippin lickie slippin honey pop that deady steady
Looking 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 making money and it's funny to me
Trying to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me
Cause it ain't nothing 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 on
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
Living in sin and it's a beautiful thing
I wanna twang like Hank, rock like Run
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 chasing bunnies like a dummy overlooking my rent
And spent every red cent puttin hickeys on his bed
He's rocking dickie sippin lickie slippin honey pop that deady steady
Looking 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 making money and it's funny to me
Trying to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me
Cause it ain't nothing 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 on
Fist Of Rage lyrics - Kid Rock
Gotta make this money and I make this money
This money is me this money is everything I do and see
Who you to judge me
Just let me be and let me breathe
I see this whole world headin for damn nation and I'm ready to leave
I can't believe, this whole world twisted me
You fuckin biggots, you fakes, you wannabe's
I see the future and it's lookin grim
A lake of fire lookin 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
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 the tricks
And the sicko's 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 it 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
Uh...Yeah
Come on...Uh
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, 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
This money is me this money is everything I do and see
Who you to judge me
Just let me be and let me breathe
I see this whole world headin for damn nation and I'm ready to leave
I can't believe, this whole world twisted me
You fuckin biggots, you fakes, you wannabe's
I see the future and it's lookin grim
A lake of fire lookin 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
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 the tricks
And the sicko's 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 it 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
Uh...Yeah
Come on...Uh
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, 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
Only God Knows Why lyrics - Kid Rock
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
Yeah
As it...hey
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, why, why, 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
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
Yeah
As it...hey
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, why, why, 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
Fuck Off lyrics - KId Rock
A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu- pu - fucking puffs bitch
It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit
I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks
Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips
I get all the money pussy falls like rain
Been gettin laid and paid that's why I never complain
If I ain't in it for the money, I'm in it for the P
It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me
You don't be fucking with the blue eye
Fucking with my 2-5 hope your fucking ass like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo
You do what we say and we'll do what we want to
We're fucking up your city and we're fucking up your program
Fucking all your bitches we don't fucking give a god damn
Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
We won't quit until we're banned from existence
Persistence pays if that holds true
Then I'm a buy this fucking planet before the time I'm through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no faking
So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm taking
I'm shaking like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
You act like a motherfucker's new at this shit
But I've been true to this shit given my heart and soul
Been shining like a diamond but gettin passed as coal
So Fuck Off
Yeah
With my pants half hanging off my ass and shit
Bowl filled with hash pockets stuffed with cash
I be the mushroom trippin sippin shots of Jack
Cause the kids don't listen gettin lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The ten karat Kid with my triggers cocking
The K the I the D R O C K motherfucker and you still don't know me
So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer
I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
Don't have no answers so pass the joint
I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit
I ride like Senna in the Indy five
And get live with that which get's me high
Strive for perfection this much is true
We do what we say you say what we do
Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo
And I get too much P to ever be no homo
Rock from So Ho to Arizona
I'm an easy rider dreaming of Wynonna
I roam the country like a Greyhound bus
Put faith in lust and in God I trust
I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame
And I show no shame from coast to coast
I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast
Fuck Off
Yeah right in your mother fucking ass bitch
With that Detroit city shit ain't shit switched We're on the same script
Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock
Yo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off
Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air
This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
Two white boys who spike punch and light joints
Hang around drugs loud music and like noise
Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckers
Who hate the world as much as each other
And I ain't leaving this party tonight
Till I see some naked bitches dancing around drunk touching each other
Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy
Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
Cause all I do is curse and fuck
So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms
Cause I'm fucking the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
Cause you know I'm losing it when I'm rappin to rock guitars
This is for children who break rules
People that straight fool
And ever single teenager that hates school
Fuck Off
It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit
I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks
Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips
I get all the money pussy falls like rain
Been gettin laid and paid that's why I never complain
If I ain't in it for the money, I'm in it for the P
It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me
You don't be fucking with the blue eye
Fucking with my 2-5 hope your fucking ass like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo
You do what we say and we'll do what we want to
We're fucking up your city and we're fucking up your program
Fucking all your bitches we don't fucking give a god damn
Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
We won't quit until we're banned from existence
Persistence pays if that holds true
Then I'm a buy this fucking planet before the time I'm through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no faking
So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm taking
I'm shaking like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
You act like a motherfucker's new at this shit
But I've been true to this shit given my heart and soul
Been shining like a diamond but gettin passed as coal
So Fuck Off
Yeah
With my pants half hanging off my ass and shit
Bowl filled with hash pockets stuffed with cash
I be the mushroom trippin sippin shots of Jack
Cause the kids don't listen gettin lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The ten karat Kid with my triggers cocking
The K the I the D R O C K motherfucker and you still don't know me
So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer
I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
Don't have no answers so pass the joint
I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit
I ride like Senna in the Indy five
And get live with that which get's me high
Strive for perfection this much is true
We do what we say you say what we do
Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo
And I get too much P to ever be no homo
Rock from So Ho to Arizona
I'm an easy rider dreaming of Wynonna
I roam the country like a Greyhound bus
Put faith in lust and in God I trust
I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame
And I show no shame from coast to coast
I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast
Fuck Off
Yeah right in your mother fucking ass bitch
With that Detroit city shit ain't shit switched We're on the same script
Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock
Yo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off
Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air
This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
Two white boys who spike punch and light joints
Hang around drugs loud music and like noise
Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckers
Who hate the world as much as each other
And I ain't leaving this party tonight
Till I see some naked bitches dancing around drunk touching each other
Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy
Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
Cause all I do is curse and fuck
So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms
Cause I'm fucking the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
Cause you know I'm losing it when I'm rappin to rock guitars
This is for children who break rules
People that straight fool
And ever single teenager that hates school
Fuck Off
Where You At Rock lyrics - Kid Rock
Bitch
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
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
Intro lyrics - Kid Rock
It aint no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
I said it aint no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
It aint no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
I said it aint no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
I said it aint no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
It aint no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
I said it aint no party like a Detroit party,
Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp lyrics - Kid Rock
A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
And I be catchin' them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin' stoned pimp,
Straight limpin,
Boone's Farm drinkin,
At the party big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you might
Take a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get down
Radio won't 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
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
when I step straight into the party with my homeboy
Tino
"What's up?"
So get a good look bro
Get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit
but my name aint Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D
And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be
What they call an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than 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 slimmies in the cities that I rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp
Hey hey hey
Come on yo.
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
My name is Tino, you know
Baby let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie
Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71
To the crib of love
Gonna get us some, ladies
We keep em on a string ah
Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban
I'm a natural born hoodlum
Not George Raft
One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove baby call your mama
I'm like John Lee Hooker baby
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
I'm Back.
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
And I be catchin' them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin' stoned pimp,
Straight limpin,
Boone's Farm drinkin,
At the party big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you might
Take a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get down
Radio won't 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
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
when I step straight into the party with my homeboy
Tino
"What's up?"
So get a good look bro
Get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit
but my name aint Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D
And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be
What they call an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than 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 slimmies in the cities that I rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp
Hey hey hey
Come on yo.
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
My name is Tino, you know
Baby let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie
Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71
To the crib of love
Gonna get us some, ladies
We keep em on a string ah
Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban
I'm a natural born hoodlum
Not George Raft
One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove baby call your mama
I'm like John Lee Hooker baby
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Paid lyrics - Kid Rock
Kid Rock an' 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 'til the break of dawn
And while your out gangbangin'
tryin to catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch
gettin' fucked in the face
Bumpin' to the bass of the old school rap jams
This ain't tennis,
but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man who tries to check Rock
I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop
Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid
Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
Im self-made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before
I want more then the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks
And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
Cause a reach around just sounds so gay
I don't even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the D, R-O-C-K'in
Rhyme sayin, guitar playin'
Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What its like to be so real
You got the beats, and the rhymes,
but you ain't got no feel
I don't need the fancy music to make mine
Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8 tracks to the mutherfuckin' wax
So why you're makin' records that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop
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 til the break of dawn... ...yeah all night long
I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want a order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fuckin world in my hand
I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
See I can rap I don't have to lay sod
Just ta make ends meet
October 31st, yellin' "Trick-or-treat"
"Oh arent you a little old to be trickin"
You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bull shittin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob
I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format
But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at
West side, 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'de be good to me, I'll yodel in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice
Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum
Got a pocket-full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind so if I lose the funk
I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump
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 til the break of dawn
Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby
Come on, come on, come on
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn
And while your out gangbangin'
tryin to catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch
gettin' fucked in the face
Bumpin' to the bass of the old school rap jams
This ain't tennis,
but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man who tries to check Rock
I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop
Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid
Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
Im self-made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before
I want more then the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks
And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
Cause a reach around just sounds so gay
I don't even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the D, R-O-C-K'in
Rhyme sayin, guitar playin'
Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What its like to be so real
You got the beats, and the rhymes,
but you ain't got no feel
I don't need the fancy music to make mine
Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8 tracks to the mutherfuckin' wax
So why you're makin' records that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop
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 til the break of dawn... ...yeah all night long
I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want a order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fuckin world in my hand
I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
See I can rap I don't have to lay sod
Just ta make ends meet
October 31st, yellin' "Trick-or-treat"
"Oh arent you a little old to be trickin"
You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bull shittin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob
I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format
But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at
West side, 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'de be good to me, I'll yodel in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice
Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum
Got a pocket-full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind so if I lose the funk
I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump
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 til the break of dawn
Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby
Come on, come on, come on
I Wanna Go Back lyrics - Kid Rock
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
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the steps
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 rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that aint no fable
Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style 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, chick boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin
Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin
And give some love back to those who loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find 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 didn't have no paper
And Im grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track
Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back [x2]
Got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
An' they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies up here I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring y'all back
Im pourin beer 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
But sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost alot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I aint sayin that Im awe, but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right and to the left
Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Cause sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it don't stop
I Wanna Go Back [x3]
I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim
And when times got grim and I lost my way,
I used to get blown of with Reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams,
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks, runnin' from the cops
The only white kid walkin' round on the block,
Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed
Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck D and Murph were the original three
Now Richard D and Cracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll throught the Clem it's all the same
Even though things change, you know I ain't 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 ta me life a have now lives for two
Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I wanna go back [x3]
Let it ride, let it ride
way back, uh-huh
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the Clem
With some friends George and Jay
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the steps
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 rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that aint no fable
Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style 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, chick boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin
Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin
And give some love back to those who loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find 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 didn't have no paper
And Im grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track
Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back [x2]
Got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
An' they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies up here I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring y'all back
Im pourin beer 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
But sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost alot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I aint sayin that Im awe, but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right and to the left
Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Cause sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it don't stop
I Wanna Go Back [x3]
I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim
And when times got grim and I lost my way,
I used to get blown of with Reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams,
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks, runnin' from the cops
The only white kid walkin' round on the block,
Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed
Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck D and Murph were the original three
Now Richard D and Cracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll throught the Clem it's all the same
Even though things change, you know I ain't 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 ta me life a have now lives for two
Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I wanna go back [x3]
Let it ride, let it ride
way back, uh-huh
Live lyrics - Kid Rock
Let me hear you say "Kid Rocks up on the stage"
Hey slick, check it
I'm the Rock you know, i'm gonna smoke it up
So i can rock it through old school disco cuts
I'm the crisco slick, checkin sisco's shit
I'm the ultimate
Yes the K, to the I to the D-D-D, R-O-C-C-K all motherfuckin day
While i'm strong, let me steal your rhyme
Got the matches, tank, and the 4 foot bong
Uh, and i aint bullshittin
Suckin motherfuckers with the game i'm spittin
And aint a damn thing changed
Come on y'all and tell me, whats my name?
(Kid Rock, Rock)
I'm the boy fucked up with the hip and hop
And on the seven sea's they call me Daddy Rock
I had to coochie watch, back in the day
But i pawned that shit for a rock, last May
And now i'm back on track
I don't smoke the crack, don't shoot the smack
I told y'all once, i don't bang
But i lick more coochie than Katie Lang
Uh, and you don't stop
Rock the rythem that'll make your body pop
That somebody, anybody, all y'all scream
(Kid Rock, Rock)
Check it out yo
What i wanna do is break it down
And show y'all a little somthin about where i come from
Show you some skills of how i used to rock basement party's
On the wheels of steel, back in the day in the klem yo
Check it
(Kid Rock, Rock)
Some of that yo
It aint nothin but a motherfuckin party yo
Break it down on the lst like this
It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
It aint no party like a Detroit party
When your in the fuckin house with Kid Rock
Hey slick, check it
I'm the Rock you know, i'm gonna smoke it up
So i can rock it through old school disco cuts
I'm the crisco slick, checkin sisco's shit
I'm the ultimate
Yes the K, to the I to the D-D-D, R-O-C-C-K all motherfuckin day
While i'm strong, let me steal your rhyme
Got the matches, tank, and the 4 foot bong
Uh, and i aint bullshittin
Suckin motherfuckers with the game i'm spittin
And aint a damn thing changed
Come on y'all and tell me, whats my name?
(Kid Rock, Rock)
I'm the boy fucked up with the hip and hop
And on the seven sea's they call me Daddy Rock
I had to coochie watch, back in the day
But i pawned that shit for a rock, last May
And now i'm back on track
I don't smoke the crack, don't shoot the smack
I told y'all once, i don't bang
But i lick more coochie than Katie Lang
Uh, and you don't stop
Rock the rythem that'll make your body pop
That somebody, anybody, all y'all scream
(Kid Rock, Rock)
Check it out yo
What i wanna do is break it down
And show y'all a little somthin about where i come from
Show you some skills of how i used to rock basement party's
On the wheels of steel, back in the day in the klem yo
Check it
(Kid Rock, Rock)
Some of that yo
It aint nothin but a motherfuckin party yo
Break it down on the lst like this
It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
It aint no party like a Detroit party
When your in the fuckin house with Kid Rock
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