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from Kid Rock 8집 - Born Free (2010)
Fast on a rough road riding
High thru the mountains climbing Twistin', turning, further from my home Young like a new moon rising Fierce thru the rain and lightning Wandering out into this great unknown And I don't want no one to cry But tell 'em if I don't survive I was born free I was born free I was born free Born free Free like a river raging Strong as the wind I'm facing Chasing dreams and racing Father Time Deep like the grandest canyon Wild like an untamed stallion If you can't see my heart you must be blind You can knock me down and watch me bleed But you can't keep no chains on me I was born free I was born free I was born free Born free And I'm not good at long goodbyes But look down deep into my eyes I was born free Calm, facin' danger Lost, like an unknown stranger Grateful for my time with no regrets Close to my destination Tired, frail and aching Waiting patiently for the sun to set And when it's done, believe that I Will yell it from that mountain high I was born free I was born free I was born free Born free I will bow to the shining seas And celebrate God's grace on thee I was born free I was born free I was born free Born free |
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from Kid Rock 8집 - Born Free (2010)
Day by day my life gets colder My ice grows thin as I get older Peace in peaces bloody and bruised I feel so helpless and confused Cuz I hear screamin on the left yellin on the right I'm sitting in the middle tryin to live my life Cuz I cant stop the war Shelter homeless feed the poor I can't walk on water I can't save your sons and daughters I can't change the world and make things fair The least that I can do The least that I can do The least that I can do is care I pray and pray for life's salvation Faith is tried and true in tribulation Love is lost and lonely check the news And with these open arms I'll wait for you Cuz I hear screamin on the left yelling on the right Im sitting in the middle trying to live my life Cuz I cant stop the war Shelter homeless feed the poor I can't walk on water I can't save your sons and daughters I can't change the world to make things fair The least that I can do The least that I can do The least that I can do is care For the life of me I can't see how the devil keeps enticing me All u sees a felon I know god can see whats right in me How I can be labeled as a villain in the first place When the worst case senerio is my birth place Im just tryin to keep from fallin victim to the murder rate Take my life lesson convincing the adolecents There's a god up in heaven sending down blessins And ur furture ain't brighter than ur present Quit Stressin screamin on the left Yellin on the right While im sittin in the middle trying to live my life Cuz I cant stop the war Shelter homeless feed the poor I Cant walk on water I cant save ur sons and daughters I cant change the world to make things fair The least that I can do is care I cant stop the war Shelter homeless feed the poor I cant walk on water I cant save ur sons and daughters I cant change the world and make things fair The least that I can do The least that I can do The least that I can do Oh is CARE |
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from Kid Rock 8집 - Born Free (2010)
You're no angel, I'm no saint, if we were
We wouldn't be in this place tonight Lost and lonely, scared and confused We both have a past, nothing to lose, tonight Well it cuts like a knife these bad luck blues We both got scars from the hell we been thru Somebody's gotta win, somebody's gotta lose So let's roll the dice, one more time Take a chance on love again tonight Risk it all, lay it on the line Let the skeletons fight for life Tonight, hold on tight, as we collide Reconnected, feelin' no pain Seeking shelter like a spark in the rain, tonight (ooh yeah) Worn and weathered, scared to go home We're here together, but still all alone, tonight (uh uh yeah) And there's no need to lie, we've both been abused The love and the pain, the cocaine and booze, now Most people don't, but some people do So let's roll the dice, one more time Take a chance on love again tonight Risk it all, lay it on the line Let the skeletons fight for life Tonight, hold on tight, as we collide |
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from Kid Rock - Born Free [single] (2010)
Fast on a rough road riding High through the mountains climbing Twisting turning further from my home Young like a new moon rising Fierce through the rain and lightning Wandering out into this great unknown And I don't want no one to cry But tell 'em if I don't survive I was born free I was born free I was born free born free Free like a river raging Strong if the wind I'm facing Chasing dreams and racing fathered time Deep like the grandest canyon Wild like an untamed stallion If you can't see my heart you must be blind You can knock me down and watch me bleed But you can't keep no chains on me I was born free I was born free I was born free born free And I'm not good at long goodbyes But look down deep into my eyes I was born free Calm facing danger Lost like an unknown stranger Grateful for my time with no regrets Close to my destination Tired frail and achin' Waitin' patiently for the sun to set And when it's done believe that I Will yell it from that mountain high I was born free I was born free I was born free born free And I will bow to shining seas And celebrate God's grace on I was born free Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh |
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from Jerry Lee Lewis - Mean Old Man [18 Track Version] (2010)
I lived 14, 95 and 19, 48
I throwed a rock and roll party on my last birthday But it's good, 'cause I'm rockin' my life away My name is Jerry Lee Lewis And I'm durned sure here to stay I said streamline, fleetline, or military brass You know the general's daughter But The Killer's top class Oh, I'm rockin' Hey, I'm rockin' my life away Hey! I love to Rock 'N' Roll And I'm here And I'm here to stay Yeah! Play it Jimmy! Ho! Well, ya better get up off your humper Don't you know that's what I think 'Cause I'm a mean piano-mother-humper Shakin' off my fingers and rockin' Honey, my life away-e Hey! Lord knows, Jerry Lee Lewis is here to stay Alright! I said rock They call it Rock n' Roll, baby Rock n' Roll It's here to stay I really don't, really don't, really don't Give a damn what they say Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On It's good enough for Jerry Lee Great Ball of Fire, mama Hang it in with me Oh, I'm here to stay Jerry Lee, he heats, Louisiana, Mississippi Makes no difference, Tennessee Oh Lord! Ho! |
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from Jerry Lee Lewis - Mean Old Man [10 Track Version] (2010)
I lived 14, 95 and 19, 48
I throwed a rock and roll party on my last birthday But it's good, 'cause I'm rockin' my life away My name is Jerry Lee Lewis And I'm durned sure here to stay I said streamline, fleetline, or military brass You know the general's daughter But The Killer's top class Oh, I'm rockin' Hey, I'm rockin' my life away Hey! I love to Rock 'N' Roll And I'm here And I'm here to stay Yeah! Play it Jimmy! Ho! Well, ya better get up off your humper Don't you know that's what I think 'Cause I'm a mean piano-mother-humper Shakin' off my fingers and rockin' Honey, my life away-e Hey! Lord knows, Jerry Lee Lewis is here to stay Alright! I said rock They call it Rock n' Roll, baby Rock n' Roll It's here to stay I really don't, really don't, really don't Give a damn what they say Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On It's good enough for Jerry Lee Great Ball of Fire, mama Hang it in with me Oh, I'm here to stay Jerry Lee, he heats, Louisiana, Mississippi Makes no difference, Tennessee Oh Lord! Ho! |
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from Slash - Slash (2010)
I feel your comfort in my dreams
Unprotected silence screams The light beyond your shadow beams Still I don't know what it means When seasons change Memories remain I hold on because I won’t let go even though I know there’s solitude below I hold on because I can't let go I refuse to let the hands of fate unfold I hold on And when the darkness turns to day I won’t let you drift away Conscience fades and some let go But I hang on cause I know When seasons change Memories remain I hold on because I won’t let go even though I know there’s solitude below I hold on because I can't let go I refuse to let the hands of fate unfold I hold on SLASH'S GUITAR SOLO I hold on because I won’t let go even though I know there’s solitude below I hold on because I can't let go I refuse to let the hands of fate unfold No No I refuse to let the hands of fate unfold I hold on I hold on I refuse to let the hands of fate unfold Oh, I hold on |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
It was 1989, my thought were short my hair was long Caught somewhere between a boy and man She was seventeen and she was far from in-between It was summertime in Northern Michigan Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Splashing through the sand bar Talking by the campfre It's the simple thing in life, like when and where We didn't have no internet But man I never will forget The way the moonlight shined upon her hair And we were tryin' different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favoring song Slipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tommorow SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Singing Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Catching Walleye frome the dock Watching the waves roll off the rocks She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul We'd blister in the sun We couldn't wait for night to come To hit that sand and play some rock n roll While we were tryin' different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favoring song Slipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tommorow SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Singing Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change Or how we thought those days would never end Somethimes I'll hear that song and I'll start sing along And think man I'd love to see that girl again And we were tryin' different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favoring song Slipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tommorow SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong And we were tryin' different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favoring song Slipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking about tommorow SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Singing Sweet home Alabama all summerlong SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Singing Sweet home Alabama all summerlong SInging Sweet home Alabama all summerlong Singing Sweet home Alabama all summerlong |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
It's another night in hell
Another child won't live to tell Can you imagine what it's like to starve to death? And as we sit free and well Another soldier has to yell Tell my wife and children I love them in his last breath C'mon now amen (amen) Amen (amen) Habitual offenders Scumbag lawyers with agendas I'll tell you sometimes people I don't know what's worse Natural disasters Or these wolves-in-sheep-clothed pastors Now God damn it I'm scared To send my children to church And how can we seek salvation When our nation's race relations Got me feeling guilty of being white But faith in human nature Our creator and our savior I'm no saint but I believe in what is right C'mon now amen (amen) I said amen (amen) Stop pointing fingers And take some blame Pull your future Away from the flame Open up your mind and start to live Stop short-changing your neighbors Living off hand outs and favors, and maybe Give a little bit more than you got to give Simplify, testify Identify, rectify And if I get high Stop being so uptight It's only human nature And I am not a stranger So baby won't you Stay with me tonight And when a calls away To break the sound I'm fading down I need someone Oh to be someone They just sinking down And holding back I hold the dawn and run They don't save a child Oh, to save a child It's a matter of salvation From them patience up above So don't give up so damn easy On the one you love (one you love) Somewhere you got a brother, sister Friend, grandmother, niece or nephew Just dying to be with you You know there's someone out there Who unconditionally, religiously loves you So just hold on 'cause you know it's true And if you can take the pain And you can withstand anything And one day stand Hand in hand with the truth I said amen (amen) I said amen (amen) I said amen (amen) I said amen (amen) Amen etc. |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
All my life I've been searchin'
All my life I've been uncertain I been abandoned and left alone At fifteen I had to leave home The black sheep, the bad seed At a roadside bar in Tennessee I met an angel to rescue me She rescued me She wore blue jeans and a rosary Believed in God and believed in me All her friends think she's a little crazy She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve Don't give a damn what the world thinks of me She tells me it's all good She's happy with a bad seed Happy to be misunderstood Two packs and a pint a day To hide the shame And wash away the pain Aw, the pain Every road was a dead-end street Runnin' from the law and runnin' on empty You couldn't shake the marks that were left on me At a roadside bar in Tennessee I met an angel to rescue me She rescued me She wore blue jeans and a rosary Believed in God and believed in me All her friends think she's a little crazy She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve Don't give a damn what the world thinks of me She tells me it's all good She's happy with a bad seed Happy to be misunderstood She wore blue jeans and a rosary Believed in God and believed in me All her friends think she's a little crazy She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve Don't give a damn what the world thinks of me She tells me it's all good She's happy with a bad seed Happy to be misunderstood Misunderstood Misunderstood |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
From hard luck tricks
To trust fund freaks Bathroom stalls To penthouse suites I been around, I been around From the bottom of the barrel To the cream of the crop They've picked me up And I've watched 'em drop I been around, I been around I sang 'em all a song or two About simple things Still I feel I'm bein' used Ain't a damn thing changed I'm an outlaw, Bad Leroy Brown The only Cool Hand Luke left in this town I get my lovin' on the run I'm a low down mister fly by night Baby slow down, let me show you right I sure don't wanna hurt no one So, don't tell me you love me Don't tell me you love, love me do Don't tell me you love me 'Cause love's one thing that I cannot do And it's the only thing that I can't give to you From Hollywood hoes To backstage jive To Jacked up trucks And Gulf Stream 5's I been around, I been around From silly little girls Who play them games To the rich and famous I won't say no names I been around, I been around You gotta touch the stove To learn they say Get burnt and learn that way You better keep your feelings at bay Or honey you gonna pay I'm an outlaw, Bad Leroy Brown I'm the only John Wayne left in this town I get my lovin' on the run I'm a low down mister fly by night Baby slow down, I'm-a fuck you right I sure don't wanna hurt no one So, don't tell me you love me Don't tell me you love, love me do Don't tell me you love me Cuz love's one thing that I cannot do And it's the only thing that I can't give to you So, don't tell me you love me- |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
Hey now darlin', you thought it was all fun and games Runnin' 'round, telling everyone why we're not together I guess you just had to feel important And I'm sure you thought I was just gonna sit back and take it on the chin But honey, I'm a songwriter And that darling is where you end and this song begins Chorus: I found someone new who treats me better She don't bitch about things we ain't got When I sing this tune it don't upset her She's half your age and twice as hot Oh she wakes up every morning and she folds my clothes Doesn't care about the strippers dancing at my shows She knows that I love her so I just wanted you to know (Chorus) yee haw!yeah!.. (Chorus) Oh she don't start trouble cuz she dont need drama She likes it in the mornin' and she loves my momma I'm her big poppa an she's my little rock n roll (Chorus) She's half your age and twice as hot She's half your age and twice as hot |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
I'm goin' down to New Orleans
To see about a friend of mine I'm goin' down to New Orleans And leavin' all of this behind Headin' south from Detroit I got Cajun cookin' on my mind When I get to New Orleans Someone gonna treat me right Yeah in a town like New Orleans Someone gonna treat me right I'll be high 10 Rollin' 'Til the early morning break daylight Jambalaya and a crawfish pie Gonna start my day But when the sun goes down We gonna "bon temps roulez" I'm goin' down to New Orleans To see about a friend of mine I'm goin' down to New Orleans Where the stars on the sidewalk shine Burnin' through Mississippi With the Big Easy on my mind When I get to New Orleans Someone gonna treat me right Yeah in a town like New Orleans Someone gonna treat me right And I'm gonna party like the devil If the Neville brothers play tonight Jambalaya and a crawfish pie Gonna start my day Down on the Bayou Singing "Hey Pocky Way" I'm goin' down to New Orleans To see about a friend of mine Down in New Orleans Good peoples they's hard to find I bet he's making gumbo And drinkin' homemade wine A jukebox shakin' and breakin' Down in New Orleans I'll be the highest hillbilly That Bourbon Street has ever seen I'm goin' down to New Orleans To see about a friend of mine I'm goin' down to New Orleans And leavin' all of this behind If the good Lord's willing And the rivers don't start to rise And when I get to New Orleans Someone's gonna treat me right Said in a town like New Orleans Someone gonna treat me right All the cats in the cradle Gonna rock this kid tonight A jukebox shakin' and breakin' Down in New Orleans And if you're payin' for fun A French Quarter's really all you need I'm going Down to New Orleans Down to New Orleans Going down, down Down, down tonight |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
Turn me up in the headphones Been alotta cheap talk but I rock still From the streets of Shanghai back to Knoxville Sittin' high on a mountain top holdin' shop spreadin' the good news Been alotta false prophets and quick hits And a lot of unAmerican bullshit But the time has come to settle and the devil's gonna make u choose And just like a cold wind blowin' can u feel me comin' for u Just like a freight train rollin' packed tight full of rhythm and blues Testify It's a Rock revival Don't need a suit Ya don't need a bible Get up and dance I'm gonna set you free yeah Testify It's all sex, drugs, rock n roll A soul sensation that you can't control And you can see I practice what I preach I'm your rock n roll Jesus Yes I am Been alotta bling bling but it ain't real And alotta new kings but I won't kneel Sittin' high on a mountain top, holdin' shop singin' the raw dog blues Like in old Mississippi's dirty cotton fields Or in Detroit City's unforgotten wheels It's the same song spinning but the same song's always been true And I'm gonna take my roll cuz I ain't got nothin' to lose And I'm gonna save your soul if it's really what you want me to do Testify It's a Rock revival Don't need a suit Ya don't need a bible Get up and dance I'm gonna set you free yeah Testify It's all sex, drugs, rock n roll A soul sensation that you can't control And you can see I practice what I preach I'm your rock n roll Jesus Get on your knees I'm your rock n roll Jesus |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
Sittin' here alone
I'm lookin back on where I've roamed And laughing, oh how I swore I'd win and not get burned Left my family, left my home I worked my fingers to the bone And there was not a stone I did not leave unturned And I was having a good time Oh, roll on Roll on, roller coaster We're one day older And one step closer Roll on, there's mountains to climb Roll on, we're on borrowed time So roll on roller coaster Roll on tonight Money and success I don't complain about the stress I wanted this and now its here So I don't bitch And I swear that time's a trick It disappears oh so quick Man I was just 16, Now I'm staring at 36 But I'm still having a good time! (Good time!) Oh, roll on Roll on, roller coaster We're one day older And one step closer Roll on, there's mountains to climb Roll on, we're on borrowed time So roll on roller coaster Roll on tonight (Roll on tonight) And I know it's hard to see With the sun in your eyes But one day you're gonna say I saw the light And now headin' for the hill And I just cannot wait until My children grow up To have children of their own And I'll be telling them about The times I turned the party out And how I stood Against an army all alone Drinkin' wine and stayin' high And realized it couldn't last And how I turned myself around And went down another path And the signs we must observe When life's changes do occur But most of all I'll tell them Just how proud I am of them And always have a good time It's all love and good times Let's all have a good time Oh, roll on Roll on, roller coaster We're one day older And one step closer Roll on, there's mountains to climb Roll on, we're on borrowed time So roll on roller coaster Roll on tonight (Roll on tonight) |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
You got a body like the devil
And you smell like sex I can tell you're trouble But I'm still obsessed Because you know you're So hott, I wanna get you alone So hott, I wanna get you stoned So hott, I don't wanna be your friend I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again You're like the kiss of death Like the hand of fate I can tell you're trouble But I still wanna taste Because you know you're So hott, I wanna get you alone So hott, I wanna get you stoned So hott, I don't wanna be your friend I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again Because you know you're So hott, I wanna get you alone So hott, I wanna get you stoned So hott, I don't wanna be your friend I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again You're so hott, I wanna get you alone I wanna get you stoned I don't wanna be your friend I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again See you again See you again |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
Hard to remember, if anything was real
Cold like December and I don't like how that feels I been livin' a long time I been givin' a long time too And I can't believe I wasted so much time on you But time has brought me back around, back around to me And I feel so free... Yeah... Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight Bad like Brutus, hit like Joe Louis I gots lots of cash but I'm not Jewish I'm not no nudist, I'm fully clothed And I fuck hot pussy until it's cold Got rhymes of gold, Got a voice of platinum I'm not Dwayne Wayne but that's what's happening I'm back in black and if ya have to ask You can kiss my Anglo-Saxon ass Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight Hot like a toddie, smooth like Mondovi Around the way they call me Bathroom Bobby Sugar is my hobby and my greatest joy And that's why they call me ("Cowboy") No jive, I come alive like Frampton I'm bigger than Seinfeld's house in the Hamptons Cramp my style, go ahead and give it your best But I ain't (met a muthafucka who can do that yet) Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight, Sugar tonight Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Whoo hoo, whoo hoo Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Whoo hoo, whoo hoo They call me Shotgun Bobby, rock the young hotties Jock the John Gottis, sock the paparazzis Real life Fonzie, I roll like Yahtzee I like stars and bars, but I ain't no Nazi So I'll fuck you, fuck you in the nose Fuck you in your flows, fuck you and your hoes Fuck you and your mother if you can't understand it I'm the illest muthafucker on the God damn planet Huh |
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from Kid Rock - Rock N Roll Jesus (2007)
I tell you it will shake
The earth beneath your feet The light that shines Will redefine your old beliefs What you reap is what you sow And so it goes Where you plant your needs Is where your garden grows Before you think about yourself Think of someone else It will make you feel Each day ain't wine and roses I doubt it's meant to be Always a cross to bear Salvation don't come free A heart that beats is a heart that bleeds And you know that's true So don't deny yourself Of something good for you Before you do it for yourself Do it for someone else That makes it real 'Cause when you love someone It don't matter what you say When you love someone You will dance the night away When you love someone There ain't nothing you can't do Ain't that right Yeah I want to love someone tonight Will you believe in love Or just sit around and judge? Can you forgive someone Or will you hold a grudge? 'Cause above selfishness There lies a bright blue sky And wealth and happiness Can be a long and lonesome ride Yes it's hard to steer yourself Without that someone else To take the wheel (Take the wheel) 'Cause when you love someone It don't matter what you say When you love someone You will dance the night away When you love someone There ain't nothing you can't do Do you believe in the art of growing old Do you believe that rock n roll can save your soul Do you believe in everything you do Cuz when you do that's when it all comes back to you Before you think about yourself Think of someone else Do it for yourself And do it for someone else 'Cause when you love someone It don't matter what you say When you love someone You will dance the night away When you love someone There ain't nothing you can't do |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
Yeah
And I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've traveled this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame I played their game And as they scream my name I will show no shame I live and die for this And if I come off soft Then chew on this! (Are you scared?) Devil without a cause, and I'm back With the beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks 30 packs of Stroh's, 30 pack of hoes No Rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one, I'm the living proof With the gift of gab from the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics backs And I did not stutter when I said that I'm going platinum (Sellin' rhymes) I went platinum (Seven times) And still they ill, and wanna see us fry I guess because of "Only God Knows Why" They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say (hey hey) Let me hear where you're at And say (hey hey) I'm givin it back So say (hey hey) Show me some metal And say (hey, hey, hey, hey) I like AC/DC and ZZ Top Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings of Rock Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones (Yeah!) Pass that bottle around I got the rock from Detroit The soul from Motown The underground stoned fuckin' pimp With tracks that mack and slap back the wack Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass But watch me rock with Liberace flash Punk Rock, the Clash, boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash Flash, flash, flash, flash They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say (hey hey) Let me hear where your at And say (hey hey) I'm givin it back So say (hey hey) Show me some metal and say (hey hey hey hey) [Spoken] Yeah, I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker? You just can't fuck with TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr I'm an American bad ass, watch me kick You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place Super fly, livin' double wide Side car my glide so Joe C can ride Full sack to share, bringin flash and flare I got the long hair swingin', middle finger in the air Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell I won't live to tell so if you do Give the next generation a big "Fuck you" Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma I said "Fuck high school," pissed on my diploma Smell the aroma, check my hits I know it stinks in here, 'cause I'm the shit They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at Say (hey hey) Let me hear where you're at Say (hey hey) I'm givin' it back so say (hey hey) Show me some metal and say (hey hey hey hey) I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black Singin' (hey hey hey hey) From side to side, from front to back Say (hey hey hey hey) I put Detroit city back on the map And singin' (hey hey hey hey) Kid Rock's in the house, and thats where I'm at |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. My name is Kid... Kid Rock! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. And this is for the questions that don't have any answers The midnight glancers and the topless dancers The gander freaks, cars packed with speakers The G's with the 40's and the chicks with beepers The northern lights and the southern comfort And it don't even matter if their veins are punctured All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics And all my heroes in the methadone clinics All you bastards at the I.R.S For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks For the shots of Jack and the caps of meth Half pints of love and the 5th's of stress For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood And for my hoods of the world misunderstood I said it's all good and it's all in fun. Now get in the pit and try to love someone!!! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Love someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Kill someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Love someone! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Come on, come on... For the time bombs tickin' and the heads to hang All the gangs gettin' money and all the heads they bang-bang Wild mustangs, the porno flicks All my homies in the county in Cell Block 6 The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook And for D.B. Cooper and the money he took You can look for answers but that ain't fun. Now get in the pit and try to love someone!!! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. Love... And for the hate... And for the peace... War!! Bawitdaba da bang-da-bang diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da banga-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie. Come on...! Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie. |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
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 there's 10 million muthafuckers 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 fuckin' Rock from the old school Got more money, than Matchbox 20 Get more ass than Mark McGrath They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A shirts, cadilacs, 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 slipper Fuck the real good girl I got the baddest bitch in the world They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up You think you got it good in Hollywood I got acres of land laid back in the woods Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft. donzy You got a Bentley? Wow! I got jets with web bars and trucks with gold plows Bitch bow when I pimp through For the Kid the Rock, the red, white and blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z Baby I'm sick of gettin ripped off So pissed 'bout to be pissed off Mackin' me cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slappin' my gardners and fuckin' my maids Nevermind my age but if we're takin' numbers 15 million sold muthafucker They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up Cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It ain't braggin' muthafucker if ya back it up. |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
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 Then I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Zip to Tiajuana... I wanna roam Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up a shop at the top of Four Seasons Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy And I'm headin' out west sucker... because I wanna be a... Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away. I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in It goes [whistle] like dust in the wind. Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind. I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-forn-I.A. know why they call me... Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin' at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away. Yeah... Kid Rock... you can call me Tex Rollin' Sunset woman with a bottle of Becks Seen a slimmy in a Vette, rolled down my glass And said: "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce and the whores No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife white Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us Why they wanna pick on me... lock me up and snort away my key I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor... drink like a Mick My only words of wisdom are just "Radio Edit" I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' till it falls in the ocean Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine Cowboy Ridin' at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy I can smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine. |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game, you 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 [...] Uh! I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin' People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come So hold your bids, all bets are closed So 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 muthafucker, Kid Rock's to blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, the radio I'm comin' from the R O M E O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawn off 12 gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes 7 years on wax comin' correct Flat out you diss me punk That's when I pull the strap out. And I get to buck-buck-bucking I'm fuck-fuck-fuckin' your hoes 'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C E O Role model, your muthafucking H E R O. My motto, "Be Cool: Keep Pimpin'." Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln 4 Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers in 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 I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause...I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' Platinum I'm goin' Platinum We're goin' platinum Devil without a cause I'm goin' platinum. 'Daft Punk Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah we come to party. Kid Rock I went from St. Clair shores and drink specials at Winners To New York City and $700 dinners From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin' much respect from top record execs. The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out So shut up now or I'll put my balls in your mouth Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot Used to call me bunny when my nose was fuckin' runny Now my fuckin' bunny's gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money Muthafuckers want to claim they're down But when I was broke and down I never seen them around All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you I got a brand new team No triple beams it seems like a movie Bought 2 cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi. No more fluzzies only high class hoes A 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 parrots that like to squawk And they sound like you and all the shit you talk Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc You're too old to kid, too soft to rock. Already did what most love shout 7 years on wax and I still ain't sold out And there ain't no doubt in my mind That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time. I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' platinum I'm goin' platinum We're goin' platinum Devil without a cause I'm goin' platinum. Devil. Devil. Devil. Devil. Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 foot high ready to get fly Joe C. 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 3-foot-9 with a 10 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 glass Old as piss, and small as ass Watch me pass smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash High-ass voice just like Aaron Nevelle. And I'm down with the Devil! Joe C: Say we like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: We like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: You like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: We like to party, rock the party. Joe C: You like to party, rock the party. Kid Rock: Devil without a cause I'm fuckin' platinum. |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
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 Yeah So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if ya here me yaaaawwwwn Just drop that top Come on, girl Hey hey hey Well well well well Hey hey hey Well well well well, well Come on, girl, Yeeeaaahhh And I be catchin them northern pike Like on a ten pound test Posess, 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 hoe 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, Uh Radio won't play me But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazyin 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 aint's no bitch Ah, yes you are hoe So quit frontin like y'all 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 Say what? One time for you 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 a 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 a 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 gloss A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis Rag top, drop down, rollin on chrome D's biatch 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 So ah, 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 I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp Hahaha 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 a 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 a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all [Joe C] I'm Joe C bitch Let me get them digits I might be a little small hoe But I ain't no God damn midget So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine I'm vertically challenged, your vertically blind I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong I can flow on like all night long Till the break of dawn Till the early morn I'm a thorn in your side Can you feel me stickin Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin So groove baby groove baby call your momma I'm like John Lee Hooker girl I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama, what With the boogie drama, yeah With the boogie drama, oh yeah Ridin around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie drama, yeah With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine Playin the radio, ya look so fine With the boogie drama, yeah Well, Well, Well, boogie drama, oh baby Let's get funky, that's my job With the boogie drama, oh yeah Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty-four, times twelve With the boogie drama, oh yeah Day in and day out With the boogie drama, oh yeah Let's get funky Come on everybody Well, with the boogie drama With the boogie drama |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
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 dollar bills, 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 Outstretched hands and one night stands, still I can't find love And when your walls come tumblin' down I will always be around And when your walls come tumblin' down I will always be around People don't know 'bout the things I say and do They don't understand 'bout 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 the 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 on walking, with my head held high I'll keep moving on and only God knows why Only God, only God Only, God knows why Only God, knows, why why why Only God knows why Take me to the river Hey won't you take me to the river Hey hey hey |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
KID ROCK
Living my life in a slow hell Different girl every night at the hotel I ain't seen the sun shine in three damn days Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whiskey 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 lying next to her I put your picture away Sat down and cried today I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her (oooooooooooo) SHERYL CROW I called you last night in the hotel Everyone knows but they won't tell But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right I've been waitin' on you for a long time Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine I ain't heard from you in three damn nights I put your picture away I wonder where you've been I can't look at you while I'm lying next to him (oooooooooo) I put your picture away I wonder where you've been I can't look at you while I'm lying next to him (oooooooooo) I saw you yesterday with an old friend KID ROCK It was the same ole same "how have you been?" BOTH Since you've been gone my world's been dark and grey KID ROCK You reminded me of brighter days SHERYL CROW I hoped you were coming 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 (ooooooooo) I found your picture today I swear I'll change my ways I just called to say I want you To come back home I just called to say I love you Come back home |
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from Kid Rock - Live Trucker (2006)
[scratching]
"Whoo! Thank you very much, couple of songs from our new LP we'd like to do for you right now..." 15 years on this lonely road I paid my own way I carried my own load I never ask too much from no one I was much too proud All I ever wanted Was to play my music for a sold out crowd Bitches money fame They say I had it all 6 foot 1 I walked around like I was 10 feet tall Did you see me shine Where the hell were you now Detroit Rock City back in '99 Stoned out of my mind On that rock n' roll pain train I had to slow things down I live out in the woods now It helps me keep my feet on the ground Life's been good to me so far Hope it's been kind to you Stand strong in the storms of life The sun will always shine on you Now I've been rollin' on love and lust I ride around on this million dollar bus But this is just a bus man I can't sleep at night Man I miss my babies And I'd really like to fuck my wife But she ain't here tonight On that rock n' roll pain train After the lights go down I live out in the woods now It helps me keep my feet on the ground Life's been good to me so far Hope it's been kind to you Stand strong in the storms of life The sun will always shine on you I've seen this train wreck Time and time again I felt its pain I've seen it take my friends You've got to stop and take a look man Or life will pass you by Get you a guitar and a good song That's all you really need to ride On that rock n' roll pain train I can't slow it down The music and the whiskey Don't it make you wanna get loud Life's been good to me so far Hope it's been kind to you Stand strong in the storms of life The sun will always shine on you The sun will always shine on you. "As I mention near the close of the last record, this record you are now playing is another example of the Completion Backward Principle. If you can possibly manage the time, please play both sides at one medium." Let the sun shine Let the sun shine on you Let the sun shine Just let the sun shine on you Let the sun shine Just let the sun shine on you Let the sun shine Just let the sun shine on you Let the sun shine Just let the sun shine on you You got to let the sun shine Just let the sun shine down on you Let the sun shine, let the sun shine Let the sun shine down on you Let the sun shine, let the sun shine Let the sun shine down on you. |
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I like to play Hank Williams, Jr
Records Just as loud as they will rock I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd, Run-D.M.C. 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 rock-n-roll son of Detroit I dont 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 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 ill show you where its at |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
They used to call me names
Said I was just a wanna be But now they all pay to see What they were gettin for free How about them days and now You don't know what to say Ain't it funny how the sun can shine And hide away And its a long way on a they say highway I'm still runnin A lonesome highway of uncut my way Can you feel me comin In a 59 drop top blood red Cadillac Knock knockin Black bob at your door Still rockin Everybody say that Knock knockin They used to say ritchie boy He got no sense But now they say oh bobby man He was my best friend Ain't it funny how the glory and the stories And the times can change And no sense ritchie just But himself a big fuckin airplane I grew up in the back woods Hung in the crack hoods Learned to pimp Like a mack should I could have been a rich man like pops I never kissed ass And those days since passed Here I stand like Jesus I don't need this Fuck you ho's can squeeze this I cant believe this I'm so wasted From all the fruits of life That I've tasted Never a clone on the microphone I got shit built up Cause I never felt loved at home And all alones how I spend my free time Writin real rhymes Drinkin cheap wine Easy whips And a cracker I'm the master blaster No one cuts faster The king of disaster Is who I am ho And I'll be rippin the fuckin rhymes And ill make you mother shit her pants bro So so You better watch your back Watch for me comin Watch for me comin In a 59 drop top blood red Cadillac |
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I seen a fly slimmy on the avenue
When I was on tour in Baton Rouge A mean little missy with an attitude I played it smooth, no need to be rude I stopped the ship, stepped off like Chewie Ran some game like Louie Louie Talked her on the bus, talked her out of her shorts No lie y'all, I'm here to report She had some Cadillac pussy Some Cadillac pussy She had some Cadillac pussy She had some Cadillac pussy Man it would drive you wild |
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Maybe I've been on the road too long
Livin' my life through these songs I guess lovin' a music man Really wasn't in your plans Does it matter if I'm sorry again And why should I apologize You knew all along this was my life You know my in's and out's All of my fears and doubts It's the life I love But it's you I cant live without And this whole world seems cold and empty Someone please turn on the lights Lord, if there's an angel you could send me I could use one here tonight Now where I am supposed to go My only home was in your soul I know that I can't stay here and drown in a pool of tears Should I pack my pride And face this life alone And this whole world seems cold and empty Someone please turn on the lights Lord, if there's an angel you could send me I could use one here tonight Maybe it's me who's cold and empty And in my darkness I cannot see the light (Cannot see the light) Please, God, if there's an angel you could send me yeah (Lord, if there's an angel) 'Cause there's one missin' from my life You are my heart, you are my soul Where ever you are that's where I'll go You know my in's and out's All of my fears and doubts It's the life I love But it's you I can't live without Yeah it's the life I love But it's you I can't live without Baby, it's the life I love But it's you I can't live without Yeah The life I love The life I love But it's you I can't live without |
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Been sittin alone
Thinking bout the past Another lonely night Another empty glass This path i'm walkin Always seems to lead nowhere 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 wished 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 don't want to But id do it for you yeah 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 Times they change Love it comes and goes How I wished 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 don't want to But id do it for you Yea id do it for you Listen to me I wonder how long it takes to see There's nothing more I want Then you here with me Freedoms been knockin' But I refuse to let her in Times they change Love it comes and goes How I wished 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 I'd do anything for you |
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"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 Shecant seem to recall 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 She's 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 she'll 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" |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
Im drunk again
Excuse the hiccup The redneck originator rollin' in my pickup Truck jacked up with the four gold shocks And where I come from mud flaps come stock. People Kid Rock it up and down the block. And the hens all flock to the coup with the cock. You wanna rock with me baby Row it down to the swamp. Dock your boat We'll do the hillbilly stomp. We'll do the hillbilly stomp. I like Stuckies, truckers, and big mesh hats. I like large round women in laundromats. I like to wander jack. Like a backwoods thug. And watch the moonshine through the bottom of a jug. Huggin' and kissin' with my vision all blurry Siftin' through this world of worry. Hurry up with love, Please God Bless I don't do drugs anymore, Or any less. I didnt start this mess on the planet Stop lookin' at me like a bandit I've been chillin' Down at the swamp. With the folks that want, to do the hillbilly stomp. Do it We'll do the hillbilly stomp. Now people wanna know how to do this dance Lift your legs in the air like you wet your pants Plant your hands on the top of your butt And stomp around the woods like you're all fucked up Circle up the trucks Fire up the brush Untuck your shirt We're gonna kick some dust Don't two plus two it Or three plus three it Four by four to a place that's scenic. Heat it up hot like some ham hocks cookin' And hop to the spot where the cops ain't lookin' Bring your whole flock down to the stomp And we can rock all night doing the hillbilly stomp. Do it We'll do the hillbilly stomp We'll do the hillbilly stomp |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
"Well fire it up
Chop one out Somebody's got to know That I'm two days in I got two days left to go Cause I am Georgia I am Memphis Tennesee I am everything Hollywood wants to be I am love and I am hate I'm your late night drunk debate But you'll never put Your finger on me Have you ever seen the sun Over the Rocky Mountains shining Or touched the sands Of a Southern Florida beach Have you seen a grown man cry Or a child thats slowly dying Have you looked inside To see all that you can see And I am North and South Dekota And New York City I am everything Hollywood wants To be I am love an I am hate And all the critics can debate But they will never put a finger On me No you'll never put your finger on Have you seen the Nothern falls Or the Midwest seasons changing A Montana storm Or a warm Kentucky rain Have you heard the love that sings Over the inner city sidewalks Have you risen above All that leads to hate And I am Boston and D.C. And all of Detroit City I am everything That Hollywood wants to be I am southern rock-n-roll Country and hip hop soul And you'll never put your finger on me I'm a father and and I'm a friend, I'm your brother until the end. But you'll never put your finger on me I am only God knows why, I'll be a cowboy till I die. But you'll never put your Finger on me You'll never put your finger on me You'll never put You'll never put Put your finger on me" |
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from Kid Rock - Kid Rock (2003)
Our lesson begins in the small town of Romeo, Michigan...
1985. Several years ago Deep on the West side of Detroit I rank souly with old and new school rules of hip hop Don Balaw, Wes Chill and my DJ JC fresh Rockin' microphones and turn tables day by day, and night by night But still the force was not complete That's when we met our homeboy by the name of Kid Rock Others had doubts of the lad because he was white But i knew what time it was So i put him behind the tables and this is all he had to say [Scratching] FUCK OFF! This... is the History Of Rock. |
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Yeaaaaahhhhhh!
When the sunshine showed her face, I felt like I was ready to die. Went looking for a place to hide, a hole I could crawl inside. Long lines, whiskey bottles, and the same old song, I smell death in the air and I know it won't be long. And I could say I'm trying to change, but that's just another lie. It's been a day and a half - and I'm still high. And I feel like Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Like Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Ja-Ja-Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Like Jackson, Mississippi A river runnin' through my veins When the daylight disappeared, I took a good look inside - behind my pride, I sat down and cried. I know I'm not a fool, but I don't know what's wrong. Maybe it's time to pack and just move on. And I could say I'm trying to change, but that's just another lie. I'm looking for someone to tell me why. I feel like Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Like Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Ja-Ja-Jackson, Mississippi (a river runnin') Like Jackson, Mississippi A river runnin' through my veins A river runnin', A river runnin' through my veins, A river runnin' athrough my veins, A river that's runnin' through my veins. |
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I like to play Hank Williams, Jr
Records Just as loud as they will rock I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd, Run-D.M.C. 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 rock-n-roll son of Detroit I dont 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 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 ill show you where its at |
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from Charlie's Angels : Full Throttle (미녀삼총사 2) [ost] (2003)
It's getting late I haven't seen my date so tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I wanna rock Want to get a belly full of beer My old man's drunker than a bar full of wino's And my old lady she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this town alight `Coz Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright, alright, alright Packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a woman to see me right I could use a little muscle to get what I need I'll drink a fifth of jack and scream out "She's with me!" A couple of sounds that I really like Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats from the bottom of a glass Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this town alight `Coz Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright, alright, alright [Solo] Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this town alight `Coz Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday night's all right [x3] |
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from Lynyrd Skynyrd - Vicious Cycle (2003)
Life is so strange with it's changing yes indeed
Well I've seen hard times and the pressure's been on me But I keep on working like a working man do And I got my act together I'm gonna walk all over you Gimme back my bullets, put 'em back where they belong Ain't fooling around 'cause I've done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done, gimme back my bullets Sweet talking people done ran me out of town And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around But I'm leaving this game one step ahead of you And you will not hear me cry because I do not sing the blues Gimme back my bullets, put 'em back where they belong Ain't fooling around 'cause I've done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done, gimme back,gimme back my bullets Oh put 'em back........where they belong Been up and down since I turned seventeen Well I've been on top then it seems I lost my dream But I've got it back I'm feeling better every day Tell all those pencil pushers they better get out of my way Gimme back my bullets, put 'em back where they belong Ain't fooling around 'cause I've done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done, gimme back,gimme back my bullets Ooh put back where they belong Gimme back my bullets |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
I got the
I got them love sick blues ya'll Man, I can't find my baby I think she took off with another man I been around the world looking twice You know I checked in New York City On the streets and on the subways And I looked around that tired town to find the one who loved me I looked out in the Hamptons thought she'd be hangin' with them rich folks But no she wasn't anywhere hangin' on the east coast I wish my baby come home I want my baby come home I wish my baby come home I want my baby yeah my baby to come back home Man you know I love that girl I checked down to the Southern plains from Alabama to Georgia Honey if you hear this, please know I'm looking for ya I checked with all my rebel friends I've looked around for weeks And I swear until I find her I won't eat and I won't sleep I want my baby come home I want my baby come home I want my baby come home I wish my baby yeah my baby would come back home I went from Albuquerque to Maine and didn't find a damn thing So I looked in California - up and down the coast I looked all over Hollywood - it wasn't even close Never found nothin' So, I came home, home to Detroit City And there she was sittin' on my porch - My baby looked so pretty Now my baby's back home Yea my baby came home Yea my baby's back home I'm so happy that my baby is finally home |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues Refuse to give up quick, Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick So what, say how, say who Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still uh I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool Fly like a seagul, kickin' like a mule More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool I deliver fool Now who the fuck are you? I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school Got more money, than Matchbox 20 Get more ass than Mark McGrath They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A-Shirts, Cadillacs, big titties Skinny models you can keep those I like big corn fed mid-western hoes Dont you know? Talk fast, pimp slow Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers, Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers Known as the big tipper with the big dipper I got queens holdin' keys to my zipper huh Fuck a real good girl, I got the baddest bitch in the world They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up You think you got it good in Hollywood I got acres of land laid back in the woods Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy Rollin' Lake St. Claire in my 40 ft. Donzi You got a Bently? Wow! I got jets with wet bars and trucks with gold plows Bitch bow when I pimp through For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z Baby I'm sick of gettin ripped off So pissed 'bout to be pissed off Mackin' me cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slappin' my gardners and fuckin' my maids Nevermind my age but if we're takin' numbers 15 million sold motherfucker! They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up Cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
I wanna make money to take away my problems,
But my problems gettin' bigger with the more money I make I wanna find love thats my problem, cause the money makes it hard to tell the real from fake I want to spend time with my son oh every hour But the money and the problems and the women keep me away I wanna be happy for just one hour, but the only time I'm happy anymore is on the stage I get drunk in the morning I dont look for afternoons I dont care if tommorow never comes I been pushed and kicked around it seems my whole life now I'm tired lord I'm so damm tired inside. (I think its time to get it on) So lets rock it with the band turn this shit up to 10 now I got a feeling you been waiting for way to long now And if your looking for a party you came to the right spot So drink it 'em down motherfuckers and roll with the Kid Rock And the band plays And I thank you people for feeling me I'm feeling you too Oh what a ride, its been up and down all around the world we've been We're back your here lets make the most of our time now And if you get up get up I wont let you down And when the powder hits the brain, you'll be feelin' it real son I'm talking guitars, car sex and real cheap wine All time and type you let me here it if you want more Lemmie here it if you want more I gota fifth good music if you hold out I'll pour more And I thank you people for feelin' me iam feelin' you too Oh what a ride its been up and down all around the world we've been We're back your here lets make the most of our time Now and if you get up get up i wont let you down Get up Get up Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeah what a ride and I thank you people thank you |
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Oh, I'm back
The fog is lifted The earth has shifted It raised the gifted You knew I'd be back, so pack your bone And hit the road jack, cause daddy's home With the funky hot grits Thick like Al Roker Pumping out hits, getting chips like Oprah Bitch I told ya, do not hate Or question the music I make I make punk rock And I mix it with the hip hop Get ya higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock And I mix it with the hip hop Got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever The junkies are still cigar pumping Still the same cause I ain't changed nothing Huffing and puffing, I got you rookies All in check doing the red neck boogie The king is back to retract the wack Repack my sack with the double fat back Forget all that, I'm still singing And like kids on monkey bars, I'm still swinging Thought I'd get dusty Thought I'd get rusty Thought I'd get rich and quit Oh he must be fat and ugly, broke black and blue But I'm trim, fit, rich and I'm back for round 2 Red white and the Pabst blue ribbon Dead right, that's how I'm living Giving you more than the frauds and fakes They can't make the kind of music I make I make punk rock And I mix it with the hip hop Get ya higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock And I mix it with the hip hop Got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever The black cat is back in original form The legible, credible, inevitable storm Way past the norm, still misbehaving Finger in the air and the flag still waiving Young one don't test the boss, cause I got this sewn like Betsy Ross You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease But you can't fuck with rhymes like these Thump it like a drum kit with riffs that split picks Pump it for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths I got the gift, I'm about to unwrap it Eight ball side pocket, eight ball in my jacket Pussy and blow, you know how I live You can't say that kid Fuck off I just did Watch me twirl like Earl the Pearl Or just keep on Kid Rocking in the free world I make punk rock And I mix it with the hip hop Get ya higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock And I mix it with the hip hop Got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever Punk rock forever Hip hop forever Tree top forever Kid Rock Yeah Souther rock forever Hip Hop forever Fort Knox forever Kid Rock forever Punk rock forever Hip hop forever Souther rock forever Kid Rock forever |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
See me ride across the country with my shotty ridin' shotgun
Got slimmys on my jimmy with magnums rockin' platinum Wig's dig this, the fuckin' police know I see 'em So I'm headin' up to Reno like a geo and I'll great 'em Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies You got a lot but yo you can't get these Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies I had enough and you can swing on these Cause I'ma dog baby See me ride across the country I'ma dog bitch Big suitcase full of money I'm a dog Woman And I'm rollin' El Camino I'ma D-d-d dog Drop top continental with a suicide see me ride You by my side big girl, yo we will never die I'll be your Hollywood eyes and send you swingin' baby Bring it home to pappa and Rock gonna make it jingle baby It's a God damn shame people they look at me But I know in the end you givea fuck about me And that's the reason I spit fire That's the reason I'ma set your ass on fire, fire I shoulda never left the bottle And if they want the truth then tell them bitches i shot 'em I'ma dog baby See me ride across the country I'ma dog bitch Big suitcase full of money I'm a Dog Woman And I'm rollin' El Camino I'ma d-d-d dog Yeahhhhhhhhh Yeah..can ya, can ya, can ya feel it now? Freedom or death, nothin' left to do but fill it up Tripple X eyes of lust and you need to give it up Live it up sucker cause they're sayin' my days are numbered Who wants to live long anyway I'm goin' out with a blast Gettin' some ass, smokin' grass, leavin' all my cash for my little boy You wouldn't understand, you dont know where I come from hey yeah |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Breakin the silence is the hardest thing in life
Knowing that your wrong Feelin like you cant go on Ive been a victim so many times But Im man enough to know when Im wrong *shotgun cocking* With the fresh cut mullets back row in sight Pass the packed bowl and ima rock all night Up tight right wingers tryin say Im what Im a flight bound singer not giving a fuck Hard luck Im the devil with the grace of god On the level of oz and it makes you nod With the body of a sinner, mind of a saint Im everything you love, everything you hate Hit a lot of curves, hard roads and hills Got nerves of steel and watch time stand still It took too long but I stood my height You could say Im wrong but you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht You you you you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht Right You aint you aint you aint Right You aint you aint you aint Right You aint you aint you aint Right You can save the environment with all your wind But can you save your children from a world of bullshit You look at me with a loss for love But if you took me out would your kids still do drugs You wanna point your finger at the unclear You wanna point your finger at the unclear You wanna point your finger at the unclear You outta point your finger in the mirror You wanna trip, quit cause ima keep rippin And you can bitch but the strippers gonna keep strippin Im singin songs in the key of life And you can say Im wrong but you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht You you you you aint righhhhht You aint righhhhht We just came to (get on down now) rocccccckkkk Rock on rock on rock on Cowboy baby, cowboy baby *shotgu |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Cowboy baby
You know my credits Don't ask if it's true Fuck it I said it Regret It Never Pimpin' Forever Pull more ho's than a free cash lever So you better never Question the clever clever I'll sever whatever go getter and turn em' redder than ever You bet I'll wet her And leaving her making' to miss me Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit City 71 supercharged big block hemi Your El DeBarge I'm livin' more like Lemmy Benny and The Jets is Hot But you ain't never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock And Twisted Brown Trucker's like a loaded gun We're the band That other bands run from Doing the backstage boogie Is were you'll find me If you want some of that Flash a pass come back And lay it on me Chorus Lay it on me Baby you've got to Lay it on me Just lay it on me You gots to Lay it on me Now, people always saying I ain't living right But it ain't my fault you misplaced your life Replaced your wife With some two bit missy Now she's getting fucked up in Detroit City Tripping' with the hippies Bikers, Thugs Hit me with a Mickey Fast women and drugs One love for two minutes The third minute I'm gone Wake me up to eat Around the crack of dawn I'm making pancakes baby If you crack me eggs You'll feel the Irish tornado If you spread your legs No need to brag And don't trail behind me Just step up front A little lady Chorus Lay it on me Baby you've got to lay it on me Just lay it on me You've gots to lay it on me We're coming Live from Detroit It's Saturday night Got the funky fresh rhymes No need to bite And to ya'll he haws Who thought I'd never rank I'm going All the way to the bank bitch I got rich off of keeping it real While you Radioheads Are reinventing the wheel Got critics all tripping off of I don't know what While I'm sippin' King Louis Not giving a fuck Trash me in the news Give me wack reviews But you'll never find another Who can fill my shoes Who can moan the blues Who can rock the rap Who can rock Who can roll Who can flow like that Black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers From Pam Anderson To Susan Summers Understand I want peace like Gandhi But until that dayI'm a walk this way So lay it on me I'm talking all night long Lay it on me Like a bang a gong Lay it on me With AC/DC on From Hells Bells To the next 9 songs Lay it on I can love you like that Lay it on me I'd rather fuck to Foghat Lay it on me I can make you shake Slow ride it baby Through the piano break Come on So step up front a little lady Lay it on me 04. Cocky Guess who's back I used to be broke Confused No Joke Got used Smoked Dope Paid Dues Refused To give up quick Now there's 10 Million Motherfuckers on my dick Sold what Say how Say who Fuck what Fuck me Fuck you Come clean You know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam And still stand still I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimming pool Fly like a seagull Kickin' like a mule More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool I deliver fool Who the fuck are you I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock From the old school Got more money Than Matchbox 20 Get more ass Than Mark McGrath (Chorus) They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City A-Shirts Cadillac Big titties Skinny models You can keep those I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's Don't you know Talk fast Pimp slow Show up Z black ties In t-shirts & slippers Sippin' liquor, fuck models Love strippers, known 9's The big tipper with the big dipper I got queer holding key to my zipper Fuck a real good girl I've got the baddest bitch in the world (Chorus) You think you got it good In Hollywood I got acres of land Laid back in the woods Holdin' shares Cool like Fonzie Rollin' Lake St. Clair In my forty foot Donzie You got a Bentley Wow I got jets with wet bars And trucks with gold plows Bitch bow when I pimp thru For the Kid, the Rock The Red, White and Blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jazz Are you scared Cause when the Kid's in the house Better come prepared And I swear I'm sick Of getting ripped off So pissed About to be pissed off Mackin' me Cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slappin' my gardeners And fuckin' my maids Never mind my age But if we're taking numbers 15 million sold motherfucker They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up Cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Up and down that lonely road of faith
I have been there Unprepared for the storms and the tides that rise I've realized one thing, how much I love you And it hurts to see, see you cryin' I believe we can make it through the winds of change Hu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(X2) God is great indeed If you believe, in the everlife Yeah we gotta Make some sense of the piece that's not defined And if you just hold on, I wont let ya fall We can make it through the storms and the winds of change Change(X5) Hu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(X2) Though I walk through the valley of darkness I am not afraid Cause I know I'm not alone And if the wind blows east, would you follow me And if the wind blows north, would ya stay your course And if the wind blows west, would ya second guess And if it blows to the south, would you count me out And if the sun don't shine, would you still be mine And if the sky turns grey, would you walk away Would you say I do, if I say I'll be And walk this road through life with me You know I love youuuuuu Hu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(X2) On this lonely road of faith On this lonely road of faith |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
I was hiding' from the sun once again
I was runnin' from time my friend I lost another war So I poured one more And I went home drunk again She was up when the key hit the lock And the clock looked at me Just like the devil in disguise I'll saw it in her eyes She'd be gone before the evening So I poured another strong one And chopped a line from here to Texas 'Cause I've lost another good one She's on the midnight train to Memphis With a brand new start I swore I'd love from the heart I meant to change my ways But I've seen better days Than the one that's here this morning With a wife and kids at home With a job somewhere on some assembly line I wish I had that life I bet you wish you had mine So let's pour another tall one And chop a line from here to Texas 'Cause I've lost another good one She's on the midnight train to Memphis But that's the way I am And this is how I jam All across the land From Alabam to Band Stand Doped up rebel with an attitude Shit So fuck a bitch I won't switch Won't quit my vices Flip the scrip Cause I'm going to slice the righteous Haven't you heard I don't refrain Free as a bird So I won't change Livin' it up Givin' it up Fuckin' shit up What I'm gonna run my track From the D to Nantucket ?????? So fuck it If you don't dig that You can suck it With and old suitcase I swear I'll leave this place I'll get you back in time Can't drink you off my mind So I'll see you when I'm sober I've been lookin' for some reason But I ain't found one down in Texas I've been changin' with the seasons Walking a new line back to Memphis |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Living my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel I ain't seen the sun shine in three damn days Filling up on cocaine and whiskey Wish I had a good girl to miss me I wonder if I'll ever chainge my ways I put your picture away Sat down and cried today I can't look at you While I'm lying next to her I put your picture away Sat down and cried today I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her I called you last night in the hotel Everyone knows but they won't tell But their half hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right I've been waiting on you for a long time Filling up on heartaches and cheap wine I ain't heard from you in three damn nights I put your picture away I wonder where you've been I can't look at you while I'm lying next to him I put your picture away I wonder where you've been I can't look at you while I'm lying next to him I saw you yesterday with an old friend It was the same old same how have you been Since you've been gone my world's been dark and grey You reminded me of brighter days I hoped you were coming home to stay I was headed to church I was off to drink you away I thought about you for a long time Can't seem to get you off my mind I can't understand why we're living life this way I found your picture today I swear I'll change my ways I just called to say I want you to come back home I found your picture today I swear I'll change my ways I just called to say I want you To come back home I just called to say I love you Come back home |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Singin' hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers here we kitty come come You know what we do and where we're from Detroit baby You've got fifteen seconds to get to your seat now We're gonna start this show and blow your minds now Yea Who's in the house Who's your uncle Uncle Kracker Doublewide on the side In the back of the bus I'm your Uncle Kracker Sitting platinum Plus Double platinum what Triple platinum fuck You'd be an accountant motherfucker If you add that up Can you back that up Yea But what for I've got a big brick house With two gold doors More than that You need to shut my mouth I'm the same motherfucker You been hearing about Kracker went pop No I did the pop dash Floatin' through the airwaves Picking up cash I dropped Follow Me People though I went soft Shit, chill I'm still very difficult to fuck with Straight out of the sticks of Romeo Michigan The early mornin' stone motherfucking pimp Of the God damn nation Ye ha motherfuckers let's rock With the Kid yes all dig don't stop Got riffs to rock Brought booze to slam Now who's the man Kid Rock God Damn Back on the scene like a fiend four beats in't slept in weeks Got too many freaks Seen too many geeks Try to rock the rap So I'm back with heat To unseat the whack I'm a unpack and setup shop I'm a step back And watcha rock I'm a bomb tracks To stop the pop Then I'm a master blast it Thru the after shock I got Dug ditches To bury you bitches Who whoa the flow Who wanna stop the show So I'm a roll and throw Another on point seven From north of Detroit Way south of heaven Yea Turn it up Come on Rock motherfucker with the TBT Rolling through your city like the General Lee You wanna fuck with me Don't test the odds Cause your arms are too short to box with God But if you Send me your address I'll swing by Call up your friends And get your whole fucking crew high Say bye, bye, bye to the wack And let it be known Kid Rock is back Yea rollin' with the TBT Were gonna rock the house For my man Joe C. Yea Were gonna start this show Come on |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes All world class Kid Rock motherfucker, Yo I ain't no fag Fuck bitches dry, fuck em on the rag Tag they're toes, check off my list Hoes get fucked, they don't kissed A simplistic pimp, getting much respect I fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt Jet set the country on the world purse Just to show you how a real pimp works Remove your shirt, show me them titties I'll drive my dick right through your twin cities Around your bends, over your curves and ass Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes All world class It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick Word to your momma and your sister bitch I play hoes like a motherfucking football game I pull my dick out and then say it's good ya'll came Ya'll did your thing, worked a nigga from front to back In the Bill Clinton presidential Cadillac We smoked a sack, the bitches couldn't handle that Blew out my brains and left no stain I can't complain, shit is all done with game I fucked so many hoes, I can't remember their names But it ain't about that, bitch I really doubt that Just turn the lights out and put my dick where your mouth at Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes Kid rock you got the sex rhymes Snoop I got the presidential sex rhymes My nigga I'm on the Air Force One out of JFK Of course I'm high, sipping Tanqueray On a mission, looking for tush Sipping B&T's with George W. Bush We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs I thought I was mack and I gave her two free shirts George stuck five fingers up in her skirt So I stuck five and that made ten Shit, two roosters and only one hen George winked at me, it was all too sweet We tag teamed that freak at thirty thousand feet Yeah, thirty thousand motherfucking feet flying high Kid Rock and George motherfucking Bush And we thought we does it the most in the coast You got the sex rhymes, hold it Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey Cause if you do, I'ma kick something for you Lil something like this Oh shit it's some gangster shit All I need is a gangster bitch Cause gangster shit is all I kick I fucks with a black, brown or a white chick Bitch you can act like you ain't with this shit I'm here to strip a bitch, and cold pimp a bitch Looking for love in all the wrong places Looking for love, fuck love, it's too racist Smoking the dove in too many places Busting a nut in too many bitches faces Well, I'm Kid Rock, got pussy galore You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more Got scores of whores and macks know what's up You's a player, nope, I'm a flat out slut Got what you came for, yes indeed Ecstasy and a sea of weed. Gotta seed the plant and you feel the crack I wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer jack You can hold my sack while I pack your bag You can rub my back while I tap your keg One leg on the dash and one on the floor I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more Money, hoes, tits and asses We got the goods and the bullshit pass us We got whatever you need I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed Money, hoes, tits and asses We got the goods and the bullshit pass us We got whatever you need I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed Lets do it Do it, do it I ain't jewish nigga Get into it nigga |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Headin' for the south lands, lookin' for some fun
Down below that dixie mason I know your the one My tongue is chasin' my eyes are wide, I can see paradise I been down here once or twice but I never seen it look so nice ahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh ahhhhhhhhh yeah yeah I like it with the grass cut low Big mountain tops valley below I love it when you scream out my name Kid Rock, what you say? Kid Rock, what you say? Kid Rock, what you say? Kid Rock Yeahhhhh Cause I'ma bad maama jamma from Detroit city Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city I'm raw and greedy, show me, gimme, I'll nick it Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy I'll stick it Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man Spreadin' Moejo Sam, please understand From Detroit to New Orleans I love the life but I never sold my soul All them late nights, and early mornings Let me show you what I learned out on the road Let me show you what I learned out on the road You know I've tried a thousand times and I've tried to explain And I've cried a thousand times over things that I can't change I've learned a lot you know, I grow each passing day And I blame nobody but myself for mistakes that I have made He's a bad maama jamma from Detroit city Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city I'm raw and greedy, show me gimme, I'll nick it Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy I'll stick it Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man Spreadin' Moejo Sam, please understand From Detroit to New Orleans I love the life but I never sold my soul All them late nights, and early mornings Let me show you what I learned out on the road Let me show you what I learned out on the road Lord knows when your not here, I get so damn bored of me And I've spent some lonely nights that did not have to be And if you could only see, I swear I'd show you true And although I carry a load out on the road, I wanna come back home to you From Detroit to New Orleans I love the life but I never sold my soul All them late nights, and early mornings Let me show you what I learned out on the road From Detroit to Carolina I love the life but I never sold my soul From London town down to China Let me show you what I learned out on the road Let me show you what I learned out on the road |
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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
Yep
I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I been so high I've gotten confused I been beat down, broke and used Motherfucker I drank with hank, talked blues with Billy Rocked with Run sang with shotgun Willy Went from small time philly to big time Bobby From 3 day old chili to saki with wosabi I'm home hey I'm home You never met a motherfucker quite like me Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like me No more bein' poured drink specials at winners Or being ignored by the think straight sinners I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd skynyrd No beginners here I'm a seasoned vet Educated on jazz by my man Amed Heard again my friend I been the world n back But I'm Michigan boy can you feel that And I'm home You never met a motherfucker quite like me Not like me, God damn like me, hey hey like me Never thought I'd go as far in life as this Never made par and I could give 2 shits Never wanted sell cars cause my dad was a dick Never wanted a guitar 'till I heard a lick like this And from the depths of dixie to my northern spots You know its time to rock when ole glory drops I pimp through town with the top laid back Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap I'll adapt To any and all situations Thats why the call me the pimp of the nation Hey bitch you best believe I live in the woods not your world of greed Might, a little weed might a little yeah I'm so proud to be living in the USA You've never met a motherfucker quite like me Hey hey like me, da di da da stay like me, hey hey hey like me You aint ever met and you aint never going meet You never met a ,never met a ,never never never never met a Motherfucker quite like me You aint never met a mother like me Hey you aint never never never never never met someone like me (Hey hey) Never met like me, (Hey hey) (Hey dude hey) Never met a mother like me (Come on, hey) And you never, and never gonna never gonna meeeeeet (Hey come on already) You never meeeeeeeet (stop) What? (Dude, theres more to life that just you) hahaha |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
Uh
Kick on back to the rap I format When its through what you do is just play it back Rewind it Find it That's how I desinged it And fellas if you see a big butt get behind it And grind on it I mean push and bump Cause it's about time we made this party jump Take a drink of your forty And lets get naughty Get on the floor and just move your body to the sound I found and also developed Lets trip don't sit, come on get the hell up Look at the black man, now what'd up He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut Yeah...Yeah Streets of Romeo Mt. Clemens Detroit All over Now people always me and KDC If we take this activity a seriously I reply, with a sigh rather uniquely And say does Donald Trump have a lotta money Yes a stupid question, but I wont quote ya Cause I'm the Geraldo, Philmore, Oprah I'm the K-I-D R-O-C-K Down with Jive, RCA Hey how could you judge me cause what I am Be blind to my mind And take a look and say fuck him Look at the black man, now what up He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut Okay...Yeah Like I said Top Dog One, two, to the three And we always come back for more Kenny wears a low fade Danny wears no fade I wear the high fade And we all get paid Tryin to blow my rap down the sink But go ahead cause my rap's made of brick And it sticks Kicks Hits And uplifts At shows, it flows but never drifts It's too swift and moves with quickness Top Dog again and you say what is this Its the under rated MC on top The young six foot one Kid Rock Look at the black man, now what's up He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut Okay...Yeah Get down Come back The black man from New Jersey KDC Kid Rock It's the crew right here Bitch Now Patty keep it going with the guitar Yeah, all you punk ass bitches Hahahaha This is Kid Mother Fuckin Rock The beast crew is in the house All you suckers This is a mother fuckin party You better ask somebody So get your mother fuckin hands up in the air This ain't no joke Yo this is the mother fuckin east side Detroit is in this mother fucker Uh haha Yo the black man From parts unknown Can you dig it You Bitch Yeah...Yeah For the ninties...Hoe |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
Everything I do gonna be funny
New Player on the field so yield and get back To the wall Cause I'm playin ya all Like a game K-I-D is the name Some complain And they got a little fame And it's a shame For what its worth I'm down with earth Pourin it on like Ms. Butterworth Rich and thick Kinda quick not slow The rhymes I fit into flow All in a row, from the intro To the end so, ho Put down the microphone and go Step a side as I make room to bloom Any opposing goo gets placed in a tomb As soon as I grip the mic to get loose Don't dispute cuz ya got no juice Meanwhile I kick a rhyme from the pile Huh, As I Cramp your style (style...style) Cramp your style (Cramp your style...cramp your style) Get down on your knees and pray when I break you Down with a sound Comin down with a pound Or a bang If you can't hang with the slang That I exploit Comin straight from Detroit Rough without a doubt or a question Kid Rock here in the flesh And addressin and defining certain issues To diss you (he diss me..aheo) So wipe the tears from your eyes You cant hide so don't be surprised When I dismiss you from your throne And send you home As a Kid Rock clone Cause I can hold my own Like ya hold a milkbone Simple as this with a grip that won't quit So when I hit the skit That's it So don't come in face with the base And remember your just an imitation Don't get buckwhile In fact don't smile Cause I'll pull your file As I Cramp your style (style...style) Cramp your style (cramp your style...cramp your style) I'll claim the boundries of my domain Detroit...Detroit Fresh, I'm from the Midwest From MoTown...From MoTown I'm like steel or concrete yo cause I'm the hardest Down with a label known to be the largest Not bein modest don't even think of tryin to hang Cause yo Kid Rock rolls like a Stop O I roll thick I roll heavy D-Nice justs keeps the pace steady So get ready to feel the pain I'm Kid Rock drivin girls insane So listen rappers and get to the program Breakin ya down is the Kid rock slogan And any rapper who thinks about dissin You know what I'll say? I got a great big dick So anyone who can't adjust Gets rust And then bites the dust Be ready to walk a mile Cause I'll smack that Kool-Aid smile As I Cramp your style (style...style) Cramp your style (cramp your style...cramp your style) |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
Do what you have to
I do what I had to To break through a pick a style that sticks like glue And as I rank I wanna thank no one Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done You helped me around My parents put me down I never skipped town I stood my ground We kept showin up Drinkin and throwin up Rap was my life As I was growin up Actin a fool in school no one topped us Smart ass in class at times abnoxious Drivin a bronco Runnin my own show And pullin the look a like Marilyn Monroe hoes And me and Bo got together Made sense Spent many nights in Mt. Clemens basements I scratched records and performed a few tricks KDC mix let the Black man talk shit Pumpin the new sounds town to town Who holds it down like Bad Leroy Brown Now I won't stop cause yo I'm Kid Rock The Genuine Article They don't want me Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done F-F-Fames a costin the price ain't nice Its like the roll of the dice For a whole new life But don't get my song wrong I enjoy it alot Walkin around like a big shot Cause I'm Kid Rock Smooth as an ice cube Cool as an igloo And more complex, than a rubix cube A healthy wealthy young one with a quick tongue Smart from the start and from the heart my rhymes run And as I incline thru time to get mine I try not to slide, but walk a straight line Though it's hard when the climb gets steep The one who finds is the one who seeks So I sought and fought And alot I got taught And although I left those who stole got caught Many shows I rocked Many suckers I laughed at And those who snapped back usually got slapped The cat if I was strap Cause I was a sun of a gun Livin life on the run Now I pleaded 18 and outdone by none Bold, Young, Handsome, Bad like Bronson Pumpin the new sounds town to town And when in motown I cool out in Greektown On the upside with nuthin too high The Genuine Article They don't wnat me Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done Chuck nice break that beat down Uh huh...Uh huh..Uh huh KDC...huh Six Generations of rap and I'm first Ready to burst, the style is rehearsed I worked and worked and worked and I worked When many thought I was just gettin jerked Used, abused, but I paid my dues And now no one out there could fill my shoes And my pants and do this dance This shit didn't happen by chance It went slow not quick, but now I'm your pick Ain't that a trip when I started from zip And now up and up and up I wont stop The flop just pop the flat top the Kid Rock Yes me the low key MC With the ability to rock a party Anywhere and make people stare I'm lookin while I'm cookin with no care Pumpin the new sound town to town Who holds it down like bad Leroy Brown And still I wont stop growin this flat top The Genuine Article They don't want me Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
There's only two types of men
Pimps and John's There's one type of bitch And that's a hoe God damn holly hooker this is my world God damn time to go Where's my dough It's startin to snow All I want is the dollas I've been a pimp so long I knew gahndi when he had an afro Pimp, hold my dick like a holster All the girls want a Kid Rock poster And be able to both stay looked at The number one pimp with the number one rap What's up with that Well I'm a cool cat With the rap That's harder than a pimp slap And because I do so much pimpin One day I'll probably walk with a limp And drive a big Lincoln Wearin an unbuttoned shirt And be a fifty-five year old pervert But for now rap's the occupation But one day watch I'll be Pimp Of The Nation Hoes are rustlic Daddy's in the house We got hoes and hoes and hoes Prices so low We pratically given the coochie coo away Shake that booty, Shake that booty Its not a bake sell, its a cake sell God Damn It Pimp of the Nation, I could be it As a matter of a fact, I for see it But only pimpin hoes with the big tush While you be left pimpin Barbra Bush What's up granny First name Annie Dried up cunt and a saggin fanny The highlight of your sex adventures You wanna suck this take out your denchers A show of life is all I'm givin Old pimp young hoes is how I'm livin But for now rap's the occupation But watch one day I'll be Pimp Of The Nation I got all the hookers, God Damn It I got Sensational Sherry, Juicy Lucy, Nasty Nancy, and Tammy Toe Jam All of them ready, willing, and able to give the mack daddy all the dollas And all the coochie coo till death do we part Hahahaha I have hoes like horses in a stable Rich, famous, willing, and able First off Ja Ja Kubore and tiffer gore Is my highest paid whore And for some hot booty waxin Fake ass Latoya Jackson Rosanne Barr is my newest trick While on the beach I prune her with the dick And the bitch who fucks with my cash Robin Givens I'll whip your ass Yeah Kid Rock, Kid Rock Don't you fuck with me I'll be Pimp of the Nation Bitc...bit...bitc...bit...bitch One nation under a pimp Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped One nation under a pimp Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped One nation under a pimp Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped One nation under a pimp Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped Ah yeah who's pimpin out there Uh huh The Midwest is pimpin Detroit is pimpin Mt. Clemens is pimpin Romeo is pimpin The black man he pimpin KDC he's pimpin Bo your pimpin I said Tom he's pimpin Chuck and Murph their pimpin D he's pimpin Boner is pimpin Ben he pimpin Ralph C is pimpin The young brothers are pimpin Eli your pimpin I said Tony your pimpin Hey Chicago your pimpin Mr. Lee your pimpin My pops is pimpin My bro D he's pimpin Jay C he's pimpin Dice Sound is pimpin Dougie Doug is pimpin D-Nice he's pimpin Chuck Nice is pimpin Barry White he's pimpin New York's pimpin I said Philly is pimpin Oakland your pimpin Too Short your pimpin Arseno Hall your pimp...pimp...pimpin Eddie Murphy your pimpin Jive Records your pimpin RCA is pimpin Top Dogg is pimpin Michael Jackson, Ah you ain't pimpin shit Ah hah hah Word em up Word em up Kid Rock Kid...Kid Rock Kid...Kid Rock And I'm Pimp of the Nation Hah hah haha Word You stay on third base I'm goin home with the bacon baby Hahahaha Peace |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
I think you might like to hear something from us
Stand up Put your hands up Come on get up Kid Rock's in the house yo, Ready to pick up The tempo and you know in so I will fo somewhat unconventional But comprehendible I'm the presentable the good lookin The Mello Yellow young fellow and I'm cookin Heatin the house up just like a hot plate Smooth on the groove like an ice skate You didn't think in a blink I'd stand here But now your in fear and stand clear You can't come near this hot stylin Groove by the kid who's smooth as a violin Also the perfect lyric announcer On the set with a cold forty ouncer Ready to glide from side to side Why, cause I Step In Stride These are the criteria I believe should be applied Cause I step in stride These are the criteria I believe should be applied N-N-Now yes I'm new But before I'm through Your gonna see I paddle my own canoe Cause I'm solo A young pro on the go Close to an angel But I wear no Halo I just shake, create, and never act fake And I learned to dislike and not hate Because hatred leads to an uproar Violence is one thing I am not here for I'm just here flat out and to blow the roof Kick some watts and that's what I inted to do Pump it up like an air comb presser Teach to each like a wise professor No job I strive to reach high Make the girls in the house all sigh And I'll glide from side to side Why, cause I Step in Stride These are the criteria I believe should be applied I step in stride These are the criteria I believe should be applied Applied, Step in Stride you bet I do Get you high like a bottle of German Brew Comin clean New on the scene Makin girls scream if you know what I mean Cause they dream of me to rock the place And put a big smile upon their face Any girl of any race But they have to like the b-b-bass And that's the rep I've earned and kept on the set Workin up a sweat No Jive Kid Rock uparrivd And I Step in Stride These are the criteria I believe should be applied I step in stride These are the criteria I believe should be applied Thee...Thee...Thee...Thee These are the criteria Thee...Thee...Thee...Thee These are the criteria I believe should be applied Applied...applied...applied...applied Applied...plied...plied...plied |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
Non-commercial lyrics run like Hershel
Walkin fast cause I'm a smooth talker Appeal the feel, but don't praise and kneel Just heal And always look for the seal thats real Top Dog, lookin up to say what is this Kid Rock serious and I mean business Ascending up and up I keep boosting Makin hit records like Whitney Houston With a mind of violence, right, I might Blow the show teachers speakin yo, I cut MP's To release to each and be friends of Every single, individual Everybody all over the world, it's time for understandin Come together Jumbo, yo thats how I'm movin I'm the new kid in, here's what I'm givin A jammed, slammin, command that take authority Cause too many MC's appear apsrt of me Name and they claim me, yo, that they're winnin A lotta just came in, sound the same in Thinkin they swift and can get with these young men But I keep the crowd swingin like Tarzan Cause I'm a wise man here to teach and speak And if you step out of line your up shits creek So come with it, Kid Rock's gonna get it His style ain't dope, its a throat, and I slit it I'm raw like cowhide, smooth like a plane ride No half steppin, I always take a full stride Who came played and they say I'm concrete made I used to come correct in the projects New Port, Oxford, deep in the basement House and parties like real estate agent So on, so strong, and everyone got along Knowledge is power, and theres a point to this song Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin Come together Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin Come together Now as I said my prayers through the years I shed a few tears Cause it's unjust when I see my peers get shot And dropped and forgot, now thats hot Too many can't score as victims of a drug war Cocaines ran and weapons are shipped out The press finds out, then the public is tripped out New tax the acts and half the drug industry Uncle Sam is my man, are you kiddin me Me in the Whitehouse, now thats fucked up For one to get over, one must get stuck up One will roll up, another will smoke up Two more thrown in jail, who picks the toll up Tell her to beware if she's gonna stand there Eyes bugged out and hands in the air Cause there comes an onlooker, lookin for a hooker And act like the doors overlooked her and took her For a place to hide and when he got his ride He let the nice slide and the girl, she died Her family cried over this homicide And why they pondered, why she wandered Left her own spot, her home, her mom and pop All to smoke a little cooked up rock So on and so strong, she couldn't get along Knowledge is power, and theres a point to this song Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin Come together Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin Come together From the outskirts with a mind like Albert Einstein Maybe I'm ahead of my time Imaginate, create, spectate, elevate from the states Surrounded by the Great Lakes I was once out cold at 15 years old Rolled and sold, you, me, and Bo Sittin in Jackson infested with rats With a silver gat tucked deep in my slacks I was a young bad mother in my own eyes But now I realize it wasn't too wise So now I teach, I'll reach to each And every single individual Everybody all over the world, its time for understandin Come together Come together Come together Come...come...come...come together |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
Bonnie shades
And a high top fade So low you know on the mic with no aid You didn't think in a blink no way That I'd make the grade But now you say I use to go to school with him I use to go to dot dot bim I use to know his older brother I use to be his eigth grade lover Talk is cheap and the speech is weak He use to go with me, wrong you were my freak I never gave a hoot If a girl was cute All I wanted was a piece and a knock the boots And then they get dissed Crossed off my list Though a bend in my behind would get kissed Just like so world the girls will go low Just like Jock Custoe And blow Up come my drawers, see ya gotta go It's to plain Kid Rock's the name And I run my game From Frisco to Maine Never fell in love Cause I'm a girl heartbreaker But still I built my skills and I'm the Cause I'm the Super Rhyme Maker Come on, Yeah Sup...Sup..Sup Super Rhyme Maker Come on, Yeah (Come On) Super Ryhme...Rhyme (Come On) Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme (Come On, Come On) Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme (Come On, Come On, Come On) Rhyme Maker Stop the madness You never had this Wild style of my b-boy badness Runnin the show Clockin the dough And Juliet get fucked if I was Romeo, but I'm not I'm Kid Rock Flat top and all Not Michael Jackson spinnin singing off the wall But making everyone how I thump like thunder Got over like a mother While you went straight under And now you can't stand The way I jam Hold the mic in my hand And rock the whole land Man get jealous if you want to But either way I'm gonna do what I have to do Cause I work to hard to make ends match Started from scrath And to a lot of crap But now I'm like a wild horse no one can catch And I'm a bad mother fucker Believe that I'll pop on top more flop no stop Makin every girl in the house want a piece of the rock And then I'll bring a new swing To make it understand the kid's running things Mostly because I'm not an MC faker And the rest because I'm the Microphone master Super Rhyme Maker Come On Yeah Sup...Sup...Sup Alright cut it Sup...Sup...Sup Super Rhyme Maker Come On Yeah Sup...Sup...Sup...Sup Super Rhyme...Rhyme...Rhyme Rhyme...Rhyme Maker |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
White boy get ready to do his thing's here
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh Here's a new jam for you to cling to A funky rythm that you can swing to Kid Rock that's me And the party jumpin is what I'm for seeing So just chill or I'll boot you Get on me and I'll shoot you I'm fresh to that there's no guessin Rock the mic without any fessin With your blessin I will get stupid, you didn't know it I thought you knew it I'm the kid that comes exactin With my ace the black man To B Boys from the Midwest Rock the shows cause were professionals On the set night and day while the girls say Upside Down Can't you turn me inside out And round and round Upside Down Can't you turn me inside out And round and round The bass drops and works its hardest For Kid Rock the new young rap artist Clockin paper cause I got soul Comin at you from the Motor capital Shakin booties Not all the cuties I'm too cool to be a little fruity Drinkin forties every weekend I'm the master who's always speakin To some freak and if I freak her It's at Red Roof Inn where we sleep cheaper But off that topic got to get it Super dope, extremely poetic The K-I-D-R-O-C-Kin I love girls that's how its layin With these jammies Fuck the grammies All I care about is shaking fannies And I have been doin it for a long time But now I'm nineteen And in my prime Waxin booties everyday while the girls say Upside Down Can't you turn me inside out And round and round Upside Down Can't you turn me inside out And round and round On the mic is solo Cause I'm the Kid with all the dope lingos Only rappin cause I don't sing dope Create a jam that's fresh in your bingo Lace up the Reebox Comb the high top Black dose with a little hip hop And I style it with some uniqueness You say I'm not fresh But I could careless One of a kind When I rock the mic And I'm the one that your girl is likin Picture the girless women not lookin Create a beat that is fully hookin Cause when I get dumb People have fun Sisco save me the magnum In a hell of a show I always display While the girls say Upside Down Can't you turn me inside out And round and round Upside Down Can't you turn me inside out And round and round Ooooo...ohhhhhh Upside Kid Rock, Kid Rock He's on the upside Get down Kid Rock He's on the upside Get down Kid Rock On the Upside Upsideeeeeeeee Upside get down Kid Rock Your on the Upside Get down Kid Rock Your on the Upside Get down Kid Rock Your on the Upside Upside Kid Rock Kid Rock Kid Rock Kid Rock Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh Uh, Kid Rock Uh, Kid Rock Uh, Kid Rock Uh, Kid Rock Uh, Kid Rock Uh, Kid Rock Uh, Kid Rock Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh Uh, Kid Rock Uh, Kid Rock Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
[Voice Talking:] Yeah, but you know people are scared to have conversations
like this and that's...and that's what it boils down to. When you see a guy you already know whether not you want to fuck him, don't you? [Girl:] Yep [Voice Talking:] Guaranteed [Girl:] Yep Alright we are gonna have a hot time in the old town tonight See a fly skinny on the avenue My shades down hat flipped on and on a cashew Could not believe my eyes so I lifted up my shades And this girl is starring at me as if she wanted to get laid Next the girl started steppin and she crossed the street She walked to me and at that my knees got weak Then I snapped to realize that it was my duty To get this freak and co-wax the booty Wax that booty Co-wax the booty Freaky freaky freak with the nice size booty Wax that booty Co-wax the booty I gotta freak freak so I am gonna wax her booty Heading for the crib I was reciting some rhymes When the freak cut in and started telling of the times She wanted to rock me and these were no lies And that is when I contracted the rise in my Levis Step into my crib she said the rise impressed her So without delay I began to undress her Unstrapped her bra and whispered to her are you with me She said yes so I grabbed them titties Next was the test to see if she was high rank I dropped her panties and was slippin, I asked do you stank She said no and noted to me that her shower soap is Gucci So I dropped my boxers and headed for her coochie Headed fo her coochie Grease it down real good Headed for her coochie Dang that's good Now when I got to her coochie I looked close to see If this girl had any types of signs of VD She did not so I said to myself Oh goody And I grabbed my dick and co-stuck in her puddy Started rocking this freak with my hands on her butt You should have seen in her booty I was tearin it up Next I whispered in her ear baby please turn over And rocked doggie style while I was calling her Rover Still tearin it up on her face was a grin Holdin on to her waist pumping harder than sin But she was lovin it all with her back in a arch I busted my nut and she started to bark Arf...Arf...Arf Uhhhhhhh Arf...Arf...Arf Uhhhhhhh Arf...Arf...Arf Na na bop but nop but Now if you think the story is over just listen to this I thought my mission was complete so I gave her a kiss Then I was searchin for a towel to clean off my dickie Cuz it was kinda wet all bloody and sticky And to talk about gross heres something sicker than sick The bitch dropped to her knees and licked the tip of my dick I started trippin cause this was something I've never seen The girl was more than a freak she was a sexual fiend And when I thought that was as gross as one girl could get She stuck her finger in her booty and then she licked it Oh now this girl was much more to me than a freak In my opinion she was plain nasty But never the less I completed my duty I got this freak and co-waxed the booty Wax that booty Co-wax the booty I got the freak and I waxed her booty I love the booty, you love the booty Hey freak come here and let me wax your booty Too short don't stop Too short don't stop Too short don't stop the beat Hey yo short dog can I get a bitch Biiiiiiiitch Now if you like the booty come on fellas show it This is your last verse to wax so why would you blow it And if the ladies if you are tired of a man on your fanny Then fuck you go home and watch the tube with granny Cause this is booty night non stop With the number one wax and me Kid Rock So lets get hyped cause if I see you calm I am gonna think that you are waxin with Rosie Palm I mean really how could you be so dumb Just look at all the girls that are dying to get some Man, just don't be a wussy And I'll guarantee you could get a piece of pussy But to get it you have to realize don't brag to the freak about your dick size Man, that's not the way to win it Cause it is not the length of your wand its the magic in it Wax that booty Co-wax the booty Freaky freaky freak with the nice size booty Wax that booty Co-wax the booty I got freaks and I wax those booties [Voice Talking:] Yeah, but you...you know...you know what I'm sayin. What kind of Popsicle you like? [Girl:] What kind of Popsicle? [Voice Talkng:] Yeah [Girl:] Don't matter [Voice Talkng:] Huh? [Girl:] It don't matter [Voice Talking:] It don't matter? [Girl:] Nope [Voice Talking:] So what, you gonna do that to mine, ain't you? [Girl:] Nope [Voice Talking:] Well you ought to. I mean you ought to go run to the store and you know they would never know what you practicing for. They'll like, "Girl you trying to put some weighty not a Popsicle and in the back of your mind no I'm practicing to suck Kid Rock's dick. You know? That would be kind of sweet, wouldn't it? |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
Never thought about the other side, oh no
It was always lets go try to pull some hoes And I pulled 'em like a tow-truck Since I was a young buck Guaranteed the hoes always got fucked With a one-two and all that good shit I never flipped or tripped or got pussy whipped Cause I'm K-K-K-K Kid Rock motherfucker You wanna piece of me You're just another sucker But oh well you don't bother me none Cause me and your girl have lots of fun You know the one that looks like a model Sucks on my nuts like a baby on a milk bottle Not cause I make her, I wouldn't make her But cause I mack her right, she loves me all night With a one-two and all that good shit With a one-two I take another sip With a one-two and I'll rock this party With a one-two ya better ask somebody Get down girl and read my mind And you'll see that it's focused on your behind You gotta lotta class and don't mind me askin But can I go up in your fat ass And just pump, pump, pump What's next? check your money It's scum and its time to jet You bet she'll be into it more On the bed the steps and the kitchen floor You like the way the K-I- Did it like I said I Would, could, should I do it good In your neighborhood On your fuckin block Cause I'm the coooool the Kid Rock Kid Rock, Kid Kid Rock, Kid Kid Rock, Kid Rock, Kid Rock Make it nasty Hoes talk the same shit Ya dress like a slob But bitches still give a good blow-job Up come my drawers and it's goodbye The Kid Rock's just got to fly Cause it's 1-9-9-0 Time to fuck hoes But before ya goin put Jimmy in a lambskin And we could bump all night you bet So get set to jet and go get wet Come on outta your girdle and slacks And I'll shine that booty like turtle wax With a one-two and all that good shit With a one-two I take another sip With a one-two and I'll rock this party With a one-two ya better ask somebody Bitch |
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from Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
[Voice Talking:] But anyway I..I..I like to value my
relationship with women. You know sometimes I get so deeply involved I just, I just have to feel like oral sex would complete our relationship Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley Yo,Yo,Yo, Yo Da Lin In The Valley A delicious break from Potatoes Yo Da Laheeeeoooooooo Here we go Yo, Yo, Yo Da Laheeeooooo Let em know how I'm layin Unusual kinda casual yes with me girls are obsessed To get undressed Get fresh and have me Yodle In The Valley And I'd do it at the drop of a dime (dime) Sometimes goin from behind (from behind) Slowly strokin, no jokin My tongue just keeps on pokin And the best type of oochie coochie Is the type that tastes like sushi Eat it Watch a girl get frisky And then wash it down with a shot of whiskey Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Da Lin In The Valley Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock Yo Da Laheoooo Yo here's a story (Check it out) I remember when I spent the night at Sally's house Woke up with Cotton Mouth Couldn't speak My tongue was weak From Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley Oh I love them mountain thighs And a pizza pie before my eyes But before I taste them juices I make sure this Sally douches But she's not the only one I like to Yodle On It sounds wicky wacky ticky tacky But yo you know that I'm most happy Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Da Lin The Valley A delicious break from potatoes Yo Da Laheoooooo Check It Out (Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo Da Laaaaeeeeeoooo) I need some more yodle music Could you get break this down and give me some Yoollllooo Yo, Yo, Yodalahe (A delicious break from) Yo, Yo, Yodalahe Yo, Yo, Yodalaheho (A delicious break from potatoes) Cause I like it like that Cause you know Cause cause cause I like it like that Yo Da Laheoooooo Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yodalin in the valley I can't figure it out Girls think I'm a freak cause I don't speak Whisper In their ear and make it clear I love em' Sorry dear don't hate Cause I'm not gonna say I love you when your sitting upon my face Oh yes It's warm and wet In the valley you bet (bet) And get this, one girl I yodled on Had a bush thicker than the amazon Forest I felt like a tourist A backpacker Oh shit wheres my weedwacker Came out with hair on my toungue But still I got the job done Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock Yo, Yo, Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley (Get funky with it) Yeah Kid Rock Kid Rock (Get funk, funk, funk, funk, funky with it) Yo Da Laheoooooo I get funky with it For The 1-9-9-0 Cause you know I'm tired of men Cottage cheese and salad and greens I like that half a burger..hehe Well done, well done Mmmmmmm Yummy Yodalin the whole beast crew Yoda lahehoooo The black man's yodalin Yolllllllll Cause you know I'm talkin about yodalin Be like a lagitamint girl Yodalin in the valley Diss, diss, diss, diss Yodalin in the valley Uhhhh....uh huh...uh huh Yoda lahehoooo Yo, Yo, Yo-Da-Lin In The Valley A delicious break from potatoes Yo, Yo, Yodalahe Yo, Yo, Yodalahe Yo, Yo, Yodalahe Yodalahehoooooooooo A delicious break from potatoes |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - New Skin [single] (2000)
Now im shedin my skin ya gotta listen to me ill tell ya what I
see never believe whatcha read the shit is spreadin like a disease never feel withdrawn time to move on get your groove on say goodbye everything must die solidify and fly to a new level a place where love is unconditional physical and non-denomiational Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Kid Rock - See the kid rock bumpin up and down your block with no cares long hair swingin middle fingers in the air people stare n point I hit the joint and laugh - kiss my ass, the past is more than 10 years i've known from a complete unknown to the hot zone, million dollar home and a diamond ring never thougt i'd amount to a damn thing, I'm the man sing like Curtis May mack on ho's like Ruby Ray, its been a long time comin' but you know whats happenin... straight pimpin' im sitting five times platinum Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? =2x |
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from The Crow : Salvation (크로우) [ost] (2000)
hahaha
You took my friends away, yea You got them livin for the grave Now everythings been fine since you've been gone But you made my winters feel so warm I'm livin for the soul that ain't been mourned You played my soul for your fuckin fools Got down and I'm leavein You took my life and you turned it around But you made my winters feel so warm You got me livin for the soul that ain't been mourned But cho makin me feel this way I can't live everytime, this ain't my grave But you got time to break on me Some never know I been found yet YEAAAAAAA You're makin' me feel this way I guess I'm livin everytime, this ain't my grave But you got time to break on me Some never know I've been found |
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from Woodstock '99 (2000)
Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie My name is Kid And this is for the questions That don't have any answers The midnight glancers And the topless dancers The gander freaks Car packed with speakers The G's with the 40's And the chicks with beepers The northern lights And the southern comfort And it don't even matter If their are punctured All the crackheads The critics, the cynics And all my heroes In the methadone clynics All you bastards in the I.R.S For the crooked cops And the cluttered desks For the shots of jack Pints of love And the fifth's of stress For the ers all trickin' out in Hollywood And for my hoods Of the world misunderstood I said it's all good It's all in fun Now get in the pit And try love someone For the time bombs tickin' And the heads they hang All the gangs gettin' money And all the heads they bang-bang Wild mustangs The porno flicks All my homies in the county In cellblock six The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook For D.B. Cooper And the money he took You can look for answers But that ain't fun Now get in the pit And try to love someone What Come on Love Love And for the hate And for the peace War Come On |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin but a funky country hick But I still get down with a sound that pumps And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump Never been questioned by the F.B.I Although I've tried every method just to get high L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on Down to the muther fuckin A.M. As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come On, Come On What's My Name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Sing that shit Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Uhh I said what's my name? Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Now break it down like this 3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in Half off the wagon with my feet draggin Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho So count my props you can't get with me And fuck all u cops u ain't shit to me But hoes with guns playin hard for fun So stay off my dick because I ain't the one For anyone tryin to bust And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine Now tell me what's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come on bitch What's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come on, come on Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Uhh I said what's my name Kid Rock |
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