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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
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 - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie My name is Kid And this is for the questions That don't have any answers The midnight glancers And the topless dancers The gander freaks Car packed with speakers The G's with the 40's And the chicks with beepers The northern lights And the southern comfort And it don't even matter If their are punctured All the crackheads The critics, the cynics And all my heroes In the methadone clynics All you bastards in the I.R.S For the crooked cops And the cluttered desks For the shots of jack Pints of love And the fifth's of stress For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood And for my hoods Of the world misunderstood I said it's all good It's all in fun Now get in the pit And try love someone For the time bombs tickin' And the heads they hang All the gangs gettin' money And all the heads they bang-bang Wild mustangs The porno flicks All my homies in the county In cellblock six The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook For D.B. Cooper And the money he took You can look for answers But that ain't fun Now get in the pit And try to love someone What Come on Love Love And for the hate And for the peace War Come On |
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Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit maybe I don't know but yo it never phased me But either way here's one tale Of two like that and what prevailed It started way back in the 8th grade In the small old town where the two both stayed He came from a family of middle class Where everything he did he always had to ask She came from a place that was so alone You know the same old tale of a broken home Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend Had three different kids from three different men And that's just the way shit was Couldn't change it couldn't rearrange it so there it was Anyway the two kept on With the phone calls notes and so on and so on And after the bullshit and whatten That day came the two started fuckin' All the time you know kids habit's Every single day fuckin' like rabbits Sneakin out the car when he was 15 Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see Fuckin' after lunch in the junior high bathrooms Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet 9th grade came, I'm pregnant Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision But they decided to abort it It might have been right it might have been wrong But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up Where wass it who was it how was it was it right These are the things he thought in bed at night A lot of people might laugh at this But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it There Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' Now as time went on the the two kept on They kept seeing each other off and on See she moved to the city and you know what happened Black chic with a real white accent Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger Still seein' that other kid on the side She kept most of her thoughts inside See all the first guy did was just love her While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her She was livin' all wild I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child She asked the first guy to have his baby He looked at her like she must be crazy He was makin' records and goin' on tour 20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor And all that while she sat at home and got macked If she stepped out of line she got slapped And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away And he did he got caught with a loaded gun And went to jail but first she had his son Ooohh and now what to do She had no man no money and no clue Now the other guy came back from tourin' And she called him up early one mornin' They hooked up her mind was blown As he began to raise her son as his own And that's a lot of shit to deal with man And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand A lot of people still laugh at this shit but Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it There Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' Now for the next year there was some good times A few bad times mostly good times See he was a ramblin' man to the bone He liked women and wine and he loved to roam Not like she was any kind of Saint See in this story there's a lot of red paint But time kept slippin' and made her crazy And she talked about havin' another baby The guy was like Oooh Lord We got one now that we can't afford But she convinced she could handle two Said I want your child or I'm leavin you I can't figure out why then he didn't run I guess he was attached to her and her son All confused about what to do That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too Slut Could barely pay her rent And then the same old shit, I'm pregrant And if that ain't some shit cuz The girl didn't even know who the father was And still by her side the first guy stayed Head gettin' more fucked by the day He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why And then a little girl on the Fourth of July Was born in the front seat of his car It was amazing Kinda like a shooting star He was happy told his family and friends Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his And that crushed him quick Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick But before he found all that out From the same chic another kid popped out And that shit's real ill Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill She must have known all along The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on Three different kids from three different men History repeats itself again And after some more shit got stirred He kicked that bitch to the curb And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit And he loves him But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it There Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' I'm still standin' I'm still standin' I'm still 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Cowboy...cowboy...
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Sip the teajuna (sp?)...I wanna roam Find the old town chillin' fools then come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up shop at the top of four seasons Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin? with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fliece (sp?) And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin? with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me Tex Rollin' sunset woman with a bottle of Becks Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass And said, "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and snort away my key I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure I ain't straight outta compton I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mc (mick...as in Irishman) My only words of wisdom are just, "Radio Edit." (Suck My Dick) I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' until it falls into motion Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Spendin' all my time at Hollywood and Vine Cowboy Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day Cowboy I can smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine |
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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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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 - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain Can't read my brain but you read my lips And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits Now don't even trip, be a man instead Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin? People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come So hold your bids, all bets are closed And fuck all you hoes 'Cause it's been a long time comin' But I finally broke...like an egg yolk I ain't no joke Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio...comin' from the R-O-M-E-O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes Seven years on wax comin' correct Flat out...you diss me punk That's when I pull a strap out And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes 'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog...I'm the C-E-O Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O My motto, "Be Cool...Keep Pimpin'." Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln Four Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese What the fuck's goin' on in the D Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D And it's all good...I got love for my honkeys We roll thick...kick ass like donkeys Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum I'm going Platinum I'm going Platinum We're going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah we come to party I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners To New York City and $700 dinners From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin' much respect from top record execs The cool Kid's comin' up to call you out So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money Motherfuckers want to claim they're down But when I was broke and down I never seen them around All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you...got a brand new team No triple beams...it seems like a movie Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi No more fluzzies...only high class hoes Couple when it rains and a few when it snows A brand new nose to go along with my habit And a garden hose made out of 24 karat Bought a couple parots that like to squak And they sound like you and all the shit you talk Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc You?re too old to kid...too soft to rock Already did what most love shout 7 years on wax and I still ain't sold out And there ain't no doubt...in my mind That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time I'm go platinum I'm go platinum I'm go platinum We?re going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe Call me Joe C...got more game than Coleco I'm a freak hoe...call me sick Three foot nine with a ten foot dick The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick And rake through kind like a bum through wine It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead Old as piss, but small as ass Watch me pass...smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash High-ass voice like Aaron Nevelle And I'm down with The Devil Say we like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock the party Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Where you at Rock, where you at
Answering Machine: Beep You fucking ass fucking hole (Where you at Rock, where you at) Where the fuck are you You fucking love me? Yeah mother fucking right Where the fuck are you? What are you doing? (Where you at Rock, where you at) Fucking some groupie bitch Goodbye Fuck Off You know what I hope your fucking dick fucking falls off (Where you at Rock, where you at) And when it does, maybe you'll have some mother fucking time for me You fucking asshole Don't call me no more (Where you at Rock, where you at) Don't call Don't beg Don't call Nothing at all, bye (Where you at Rock, where you at) Answering Machine: Beep Yo Rock it's Carp Ahh where you at man? It's about 3 o'clock here in New York I guess it's about 8 o'clock in London Ahh your supposed to be at Abby Road finishing lyrics (Where you at Rock, where you at) I just got a call from one of these guys and he mentioned that you would Ahh that you were thinking about going to Amsterdam Which I just wanted to let you know that if you were pondering that (Where you at Rock, where you at) That it is not a good idea We have matchering in three days (Where you at Rock, where you at) Ahh just remind you I'm at the office, see ya (Where you at Rock, where you at) Answering Machine: Beep Where you at rock, where you at Bobby where are you? (Where you at Rock, where you at) It's Sunday afternoon at 4 o'clock You know I did ask you to be at 3 You promised me you'd be here (Where you at Rock, where you at) Were having a special party for the whole family It's Father's Day and I'm really upset (Where you at Rock, where you at) You know, we planned this whole thing around you Well Father's Day was the other day and yet you couldn't make it (Where you at Rock, where you at) So we made this whole party around you Now where the hell are ya? (Where you at Rock, where you at) I'm really gettin a little heated Please call me right back, now (Where you at Rock, where you at) Answering Machine: Beep Rock, it's Kracker What the fuck are you doing? (Where you at Rock, where you at) I'm at the Tellstar This ghetto ass fuckin place with four smokin ass three bitches Ready to turn them the fuck out You were supposed to be here forty minutes ago What the fuck are you doin? Ah call me back ah... (The phone is picked up by Kid Rock) Rock: Yo, Yo, Yo Kracker: Hey Rock: Hey Kracker: What the fuck are you doin? Rock: Yo, yo, I'll be right, I'll be right there Kracker: Aight Rock: See ya Kracker: Peace Uh, I grew a herding cattle I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle You wanna battle with the Rock quit frontin I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out I'll put your head out, this is my night How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic I shot the sheriff and the deputy too Paid off the feds now its all about my crew What you hoes wanna do One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew Like a south bound trucker Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts Mother fuckers take a loss And when you step with your anger I'm like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger) I give a warning but if you don't take it I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll break it It's all real cop a feel from my steel Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal Or better yet give respect where it's earned You'll eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned You took a turn for the worst Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse Now how you gonna front on that Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at Rock, where you at Over here to the rear with your girl the fourties of beer Where you at Rock, where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at One-two and it don't stop Three-Four and it don't quit One-two and it don't stop From the depths of hell to God's right hand side I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride I'll step in stride, I'm raw as cow hide My first LP is still sellin that ain't no Jive Am I the chosen one Some people ain't getttin where I'm comin from Or where I'm goin to stand back Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at Rock, where you at Over here to the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at Rock, where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at, Uh...Uh Where you at Rock, where you at Rock the house Yooooooooooo Come On And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that I'm crazy fly I'm steppin to the mic like a soldier bro I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe Old Crow and a soul full of desperation I'm rockin up on the mic with no consideration For you're church or you're family Ayn Rand couldn't stand me so she banned me I'm like a dandy lion Jack You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back And attack from the back like a great white I'm not down with the scrappin but I'm down for the gun fight Behind my back talkin shit But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch Keep on and get your ass macked Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at Rock, where you at Over here to the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at Rock, where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at Over here, Over here, Uh, Over Here Where you at Rock, where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at Over here, Over here, Uh, Over Here Where you at Rock, where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Gotta make this money and I make this money
This money is me t5his money is everything I do and see Who are you to judge me Just let me be and let me breathe I see this whole world headin' for damnation and I'm ready to leave I can't believe, this whole world twisted me You fuckin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's I see the future and it's lookin' grim A lake of fire lookin' looking like a long trip I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I?m a razor blade slittin? through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins deadhead's with dreads And now the Feds growin' shark fins My girl's knocked up we're in love But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsue (sp?) And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've been through I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces I can't win...even with these four aces My place is here...in the mix...with tricks And the sickos...I spend G's but only make nickles My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain My fuse is short and it's lit Like me I should have fought?sketchy...it's gettin' hard to see My heart bleeds...believe in every dying breath These people they take and they take until there's nothing left I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate Come on You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't know it Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it And I know it...?cause the fear you hide your eyes show it Payback on your ass 'cause you're over due and I know I owe it And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're fucked I hope you see my middle finger from the stage Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Gotta make this money and I make this money
This money is me this money is everything I do and see Who are you to judge me Just let me be and let me breathe I see this whole world headin' for damnation and I'm ready to leave I can't believe, this whole world twisted me You f**kin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's I see the future and it's lookin' grim A lake of fire lookin' looking like a long trip I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins deadhead's with dreads And now the Feds growin' shark fins My girl's knocked up we're in love But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsue (sp?) And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've been through I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces I can't win...even with these four aces My place is here...in the mix...with tricks And the sickos...I spend G's but only make nickles My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain My fuse is short and it's lit Like me I should have fought?sketchy...it's gettin' hard to see My heart bleeds...believe in every dying breath These people they take and they take until there's nothing left I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate Come on You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't know it Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it And I know it...'cause the fear you hide your eyes show it Payback on your ass 'cause you're over due and I know I owe it And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're f**ked I hope you see my middle finger from the stage Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming I'm a fist of rage One foot in the grave I'm a fist of rage Far from saved I'm a fist of rage In a broken state I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage I'm a fist of rage |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
I am the bullgod...I am free
And I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in 86 man I was seein a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ole pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a twelve step program couldn't keep me clean Cause I'm the bullgod you understand The illegitimate son of man The T-O-P to the D-O-G Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D And I'm trippin Said I'm trippin I am the bullgod...I am free And I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin back they get all uptight...Huh You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast ya one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Uh Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I go behind the garage and fire it up Cause I'm the bullgod you understand The illegitimate son of man The T-O-P to the D-O-G Or the P-O-T to the G-O-D And I'm trippin Said I'm trippin I am the bullgod...I am free And I feed on all that is forsaken I'm forsaken...yeah You ain't nothing Yeah yeah yeah Come on get em up Come on get em up Come on get em up I am the bullgod...I am free And I feed on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod...I am free And I feed on all that is I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high As I sit in my chair and watch life go by These thoughts I have can't mold to sense Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense Born and raised in the outer lands And at times you can say I'm outta hand I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run Everytime that paper hits my tongue And sometimes it seems so odd When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod I am the bullgod you understand And here in my head is my master plan Uh I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I see through you |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
I am the bullgod
I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard, lettin' off much steam In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean 'Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast you one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Uh Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I got behind the garage and fire it up Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' And you know... I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken Forsaken, yeah! You ain't nothing Yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on get 'em up Come on get 'em up Come on get 'em up I am the bullgod I am free and I feed (yeah, yeah, yeah) on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod (yeah...) I am free and I feed on all that is... I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high As I sit in my chair and watch life go by These thoughts I have can't mold to sense Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense Born and raised in the outer lands And at times you can say I'm outta hand I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run Every time that paper hits my tongue And sometimes it seems so odd When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod I am the bullgod, you understand And here in my head is my master plan Uh, I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I see through you! |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
I am the bullgod
I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard, lettin' off much steam In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean 'Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast you one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Uh Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I got behind the garage and fire it up Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' And you know... I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken Forsaken, yeah! You ain't nothing Yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on get 'em up Come on get 'em up Come on get 'em up I am the bullgod I am free and I feed (yeah, yeah, yeah) on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod (yeah...) I am free and I feed on all that is... I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high As I sit in my chair and watch life go by These thoughts I have can't mold to sense Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense Born and raised in the outer lands And at times you can say I'm outta hand I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run Every time that paper hits my tongue And sometimes it seems so odd When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod I am the bullgod, you understand And here in my head is my master plan Uh, I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I see through you! |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Lit up like the 4th I'm a happy drunk come to pop your big momma 'cause your
daddy's drunk I want to pump pump pump it up like the Goodyear blimp make you high for a dollar that's the way I pimp gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou them is all of the things that ain't gonna by you it's like one of them freak things hit it every kinda week things I got no love I got no riches I don't roll vogues and I ain't got switches, I got no game, I can't reward you, but if you want a long one, baby... I got one for ya' This is your shot Uh-huh, check it People always talkin' what they gonna do, they must want their face to maybe taste my shoe, I can't understand all the push and shove, and what the f*&% happened to the peace and love?, who planted that glove? Man I don't care I'm too busy running fingers through your momma's hair, I got no time for the fakes and the phonies, the crooks and the cops and the cronies, am I the only one on my side? Test my pride and I bet you'd run and hide, you think I'm weak so your looking for the kill, but there's 16 shots in my 9 mil and I got one for ya' This is your shot Jimmy a jimmy jimmy jimmy, I like that Yeah, lay it down brother, oh well Record companies stressin' that they all want hits, and yeah I'm bout it, bout it, so I make 'em like this, they say "hey there boy all we need is one song." "Shorten up that hook, we don't need it that long." Don't wanna hear me cuss don't wanna hear me brag, so I'm grabbing on my thingy while I let my pants sag. Now a bit what I'm writin' what I'm doin', they say they like my records but they still boo-hooin', my joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya', hey fly you wanna hit money? I got one for ya'- bite that ass This is your shot I got one for ya' -here it is This is your shot-uh-huh We got one for ya, baby, me and Kid Rock I got one for ya', baby Gonna rock and gonna roll and gonna rock and roll I like that |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
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 - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
I've been sittin here
Tryin to find myself I get behind myself I need to rewind myself Lookin for the payback Listen for the playback They say that every man bleeds just like me And I feel like number one Yet I'm last in line I watch my youngest son And it helps to pass the time I take too many pills it helps to ease the pain I made a couple of dollar bills but still I feel the same Everybody knows my name They say it way out loud A lot of folks fuck with me It's hard to hang out in crowds I guess that's the price you pay To be some big shot like I am Out strecthed hands and one night stands Still I can't find love And when your walls come tumbling down I will always be around And when your walls come tumbling down I will always be around People don't know about the things I say and do They don't understand about the shit that I've been through It's been so long since I've been home I've been gone I've been gone for way too long Maybe I forgot all things I miss Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this I said it too many times And I still stand firm You get what you put in And people get what they deserve Still I ain't seen mine No I ain't seen mine I've been giving just ain't been gettin I've been walking that there line So I think I'll keep a walking With my head held high I'll keep moving on and only God knows why Only God Only God Only God knows why Only God knows why why why Only God knows why Take me to the river edge Take me to the river hey hey hey |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends...Huh I've been that route too many times If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't fightin no crime I wish for that which my heart holds near But ain't nobody playin what I'm tryin' to hear I've been sayin for years that the fakes wouldn't last You were jockin that bullshit, now you look like an ass Get gassed in your garage of sickness As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill Ain't got nothin more than time to kill Form like a blister, drink like a failure Rip like a twister right through a trailer Park after dark is when you'll see me comin My gun's gunnin and the 808's hummin Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude Sample anything I like and never get sued At 18 I had a hardcore attitude...Yeah When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube It's true I'm from the old school Where the rules don't bend and the beats don't end No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be I'm still the...body rocking three emcee So clap your hands to what he's doing I'm a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate I'm a contradiction...I'm a twist of fate See me rollin You got me rollin I'm rollin Searchin underneath the sun Huh...Huh I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck, but I'm Peter built I am the Trucker and my ego's large I'm the K to the I call me sarge Roll number seven raise south of heaven See my crew comin hear them Harley's revvin I'm steppin to your crew with a glick of hits Got 3 LP's but I ain't got no hits And I'm a greatful, hateful, little son of a G I'm a deadhead runnin from the D-P-D Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer Grab a pole and you'll be swingin like a topless dancer Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat Top car four Vogues on a hundred spokes Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land If it ain't all that I'll be back my man Rolllin...you got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searchin undearneath the sun Rolllin...you got me rollin I'm rollin Searching undearneath the sun Uh Come on Feel me Days roll by they...roll too fast I said days roll by...I watch them pass Yeah you wanna roll with Rock And party with crews that just don't stop uh-huh Yeah Rolllin...you got me rollin I'm rollin' Searching undearneath the sun Searching undearneath the sun Searching undearneath the sun |
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Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends huh I've been that route...too many times If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't fightin' no crime I wish for that which my heart holds near But ain't nobody playin' what I'm tryin' to hear I've been sayin' for years that the fakes wouldn't last You were jockin' that bullshit, now you look like an ass Get gassed in your garage of sickness As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness 'cause I've got plenty of rhymes to spill Ain't got nothin' more than time to kill Form like a blister, drink like a failure Rip like a twister right through a trailer Park after dark is when you'll see me comin' My gun's gunnin' and the 808's hummin' Raw raw rip rock rude Sample anything I like and never get sued At 18 I had a hardcore attitude When I turned 19 I was touring with ice cube It's true...I'm from the old school Where the rules don't bend and the beats don't end No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be I'm still the...body rocking three emcee...so clap your hands to what he's doing I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate I'm a contradiction...I'm a twist of fate See me rollin' You got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searchin' underneath the sun I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed See I'm a mack, I'm a truck, but I'm peter built I am the trucker and my ego's large I'm the k to the I call me sarge Roll number seven raise south of heaven See my crew comin' hear them harley's revvin' I'm steppin' to your crew with a glick of hits Got 3 lp's but I ain't got no hits And I'm a greatful, hateful, little son of a g I'm a deadhead runnin' from the d-p-d Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer Grab a pole and you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer Biltmore beavers and a top dog coat Top car 4 vogues on a hundred spokes Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land If it ain't all that I'll be back my man Rolllin' you got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searching undearneath the sun Rolllin' you got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searching undearneat the sun Days roll by¡­they roll too fast I said days roll by...i watch them pass Yeah you wanna roll with rock And party with crews that just don't stop uh-huh...yeah Rolllin' you got me rollin' I'm rollin' Searching undearneath the sun Searching undearneath the sun Searching undearneath the sun |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side
Never drop top forty cause I always rock b-side G-rides and a hundred spokes to match We roll two deep three freaks four amps in the back I did that crack game rap game now I let my axe bang Livin in sin and it's a beautiful thang I wanna twang like Hank rock like roll Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this I never had a lot of money never made much sense Been chasin bunnies like a dummy overlookin my rent And spent every red cent puttin hickeys on his bed He's rockin dickie sippin lickie slippin honey pop that deady steady Lookin for love, put my talent on hold Told my soul to glow it said get up and go And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this I see these people makin money and it's funny to me Tryin to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me Cause it ain't nothin to me want to eat a little more Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt So when you see me tuggin on the end of my roap You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Somebody's gotta feel this Someone's got to feel this Come on...feel this Uh...uh...come onnnnnn |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
I'm a pimp and you can check my stats
And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack I rock all the tracks, so the world knows I love all the girls smack all the hoes Show love to those who come real with it Life's a bitch but I deal with it I'm in it to win it like Yzerman Can drink about 15 Heinekins I'm not born again but if I was I'd ask to come back with a little more love Puffin' a Winston, drinkin a 4 0 Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind It's been a couple of months in this smokey room Eatin' shrooms, drinking Boone's Writin' tunes and hoping to get One of these muthafucking songs to hit A little bit of love that's all I need A little inspiration in a bag of weed A seed to plant so my tree can grow You know I left my girl cause I don't need that H-o-o-old-up wait a minute I'm about to flow Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a 4-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Oh yeah Oh yeah Free my mind... Ooohhh yeah I ain't no rough guy, ain't no tough guy Don't get out much, and don't dress up fly A pawn in the game that's all I am Givin' all my duckets to Uncle Sam fuck it I'm free to do what I please little lady I was born at night but not last night baby I've been around, seen some things I've slept in dumpsters, got high with kings I don't bring much, ain't got a lot to say But I got more time then Morris Day Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a 4-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Smokin' and drinkin' I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind Tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Wastin' my time....hey I'm smokin'...hey I'm drinkin' ...tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time...drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind. |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
I'm a pimp, you can check my stats
And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack I rock all the tracks, so the world knows I love all the girls smack all the hoes Show love to those who come real with it Life's a bitch but I deal with it I'm in it to win it like Yzerman Can drink about 15 Heinekins I'm not born again but if I was I'd ask to come back with a little more love Puffin' a Winston, drinkin? a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind It's been a couple of months in this smokey room Eatin' shrooms, drinking Boone's Writin' tunes and hoping to get One of these motherfucking songs to hit A little bit of love that's all I need A little inspiration in a bag of weed A seed to plant so my tree can grow You know I left my girl cause I don't need that H-o-o-old-up wait a minute I'm about to flow Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Oh yeah Oh yeah Free my mind... Ooohhh yeah I ain't no rough guy, ain't no tough guy Don't get out much, and don't dress up fly A pawn in the game that's all I am Givin' all my duckets to Uncle Sam fuck it I'm free to do what I please little lady I was born at night but not last night baby I've been around, seen some things I've slept in dumpsters, got high with kings I don't bring much, ain't got a lot to say But I got more time then Morris Day Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Smokin' and drinkin' I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind Tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Wastin' my time....hey I'm smokin'...hey I'm drinkin'...tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time...drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
It ain't nothing but a party hey
From the early evening ? til the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way welcome to the party Well my name's kid rock I'm a capricorn And detroit's city where I was born When I was young I knew I'd always be A super live body rockin' emcee I'm tnt I'm dynamite And I'm gonna rock this party all damn night I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk I became an emcee when I learned to talk Sayin' goo-goo ga-ga I gotta lotta time to eat emcees like pirhana I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate 'cause I don't spit, my rap too quick I'm the ladies pick all around the world But I only got eyes for just one girl I don't roll twirl like a ballarena, I roll through town and I rock arenas I may seem a little underage But at least I am not underpaid I'm one of kind...here to shock your mind And I will serve no rhymes, before their time The k-k-kid rock, that is my name And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same Who's to blame...i don't really know But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go...here here we go I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low From the floor to the ceiling to the living room 'cause people like to hear my bass go boom...boom...boom ba boom boom The one two three the three two one Don't stop me know I've just begun Don't cut me down...don't start no fight Or I'll put my foot in your astronaut (or ass tonight) I'm outta sight, like the planet mars And when I set my sights I shoot for stars I don't like small cars or real big women But somehow I always find myself in 'em I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone I'm a one man band with a microphone Here to make you shake and move your body So come on in and welcome to the party It ain't nothing but a party hey From the early evening to the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way welcome to the party Uh uh excuse me mr. kid rock (what's up) can I do my thing Can I have a little something to say right here Oh yeah, go ahead baby I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw I'm the m to the l and I'll let ya know Alize is too sweet and it'll make ya fat I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of cognac (sp? ) I'm all of that and a bag of chips I'm the whole damn party mix I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy You can't party with me but you can kiss my ass It ain't nothing but a party hey From the early evening to the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way welcome to the party Hey grandmaster bob that old school shit's fresh But uh let's rock some of that f**kin' 1998 kid rock shit bro I'm an irish lad, but don't call me clancy I'm gonna rock it for dixie to suit your fancy Rock your pants off and party my dick off People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off I'm no rip-off , it's all original Not too political...a little cynical About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of ca-ca I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa Don't start drama...mack in the bahamas Rock on the dance floor to din dada Cause I'm a player that you love to hate Got your girl suckin' dick on video tape I like pussy...suckin' on titties F**ked a lot of different bitches from a bunch of different cities Kid rock and I'm the same old fool I'll tell ya to drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school I got a whirlpool...don't even ask Lickin' pussy underwater shootin' bubbles up your ass I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind Me, slick willie in the dc shrine Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks Forget the bullshit and bust like this I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor I take from my bitches from give it to my whores What up I'm saying everybody You get f**ked up and I'll rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Dude you're outta your f**king mind Everybody got the job you're all hired |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
ell my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
And Detroit's city where I was born When I was young I knew I'd always be A super live body rockin mc I'm TNT I'm dynamite And I'm gonna rock this party all damn night I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk I became an mc when I learned to talk Sayin goo-goo ga-ga I gotta lotta time to eat mc like pirhana I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick I'm the ladies pick all around the world But I only got eyes for just one girl I don't twirl like a ballarena I roll through town and I rock arenas I may seem a little under age But at least I am not underpaid I'm one of kind, here to shock your mind And I will serve no rhymes, before their time The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same Who's to blame I don't really know But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go here, here we go I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low From the floor to the ceiling to the living room Cause people like to hear my base go boom Boom, b-boom, boom, b-boom, boom, boom, boom Prrrii, boom, boom, ba boom, boom, boom The one two three the three two one Don't stop me know I've just begun Don't cut me down don't start no fight Or I'll put my foot in your ass tonight I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars And when I set my sights I shoot for stars I don't like small cars or real big women But somehow I always find myself in em I'm a hidden gem, a rollin stone I'm a one man band with a microphone Here to make you shake and move your body So come on in and welcome to the party It ain't nothing but a party, hey From the early evening till break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way, welcome to the party Uh, uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (What's up) Can I do my thing Can I have a little something to say right here Oh yeah, go ahead baby I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know Alize is too sweet and beer will make ya fat I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognaic I'm all of that and a bag of chips Fuck it I'm the whole damn party mix I'm the chick that seems all that classy You can't party with me or you can kiss my ass It ain't nothing but a party, hey From the early evening to the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way, welcome to the party Haha, hey Grandmaster Bob that old school shit's fresh But uh let's rock some of that fuckin 1998 Kid Rock shit bro I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy I'm a rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy Rock your pants off and party my dick off People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off I'm no rip off, it's all original Not too political a little cynical About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of ca-ca I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa Don't start drama, macks in the bahamas Rock on the dance floor to din dada Cause I'm a player that you love to hate Got your girl suckin dick on video tape I like pussy, suckin on titties Fucked a lot of different bitches from a bunch of different cities Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool I'll tell ya drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school I got a whirlpool, don't even ask Lickin pussy underwater shootin bubbles up your ass I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine, Uh Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks Forget the bullshit and bust like this I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor I take from my bitches and give it to my whores What up I'm saying everybody You get fucked up and I'll rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Dude you're outta of your fucking mind, Haha |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
HUH I grew a hurding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle You wanna battle with the Rock quite frontin' I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin' Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out I'll put your head out this is my night How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic I shot the sheriff and the deputy too Paid off the Feds now its all about my crew What you hoes wanna do One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew Like a south bound trucker Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts mother fuckers take a loss And when you step with your anger I'm like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger) I give a warning but if you don't take it I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll break it It's all real cop a feel from my steel Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal Or better yet give respect where it's earned You eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned You took a turn for the worst Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse Now how you gonna front on that Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at rock where you at Over here in the rear with your girl the fourties of beer Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at 1 2 and it don't stop 3 4 and it don't quit 1 2 and it don't stop From the depths of hell to God's right hand side I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride I'll step in stride I'm raw as cow hide My first LP is still sellin' that ain't no Jive Am I the chosen one Some people ain't getttin' where I'm comin' from Or where I'm goin' to stand back Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at rock where you at Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at Rock the house Yo And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that im crazy fly I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier bro I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe Old Crow and a soul full of desperation I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration For you're church or you're family Ayn Rand couldn't stand me so she banned me I'm like a dandy lion Jack You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back And attack from the back like a great white I'm not down with the scrappin' but I'm down for the gun fight Behind my back talkin' shit But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch Keep on and you get your ass macked Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at Where you at rock where you at Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Over here, Over here, Uh Over Here Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at Where you at rock where you at Over here, Over here, Uh Over Here Where you at rock where you at Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at rock where you at |
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from Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause (1998)
Bitch?
Where you at Rock, where you at? [Answering Machine:] Beep You fucking ass fucking hole (Where you at Rock, where you at?) Where the fuck are you? Do you love me? Yeah muthafuckin' right Where the fuck are you? Huh? What are you doing? (Where you at Rock, where you at?) Fuckin' some fuckin' groupie bitch? Goodbye Fuck Off You know what? I hope your fuckin' dick fuckin' falls off (Where you at Rock, where you at?) And when it does, maybe you'll have some other fuckin' time for me You fucking asshole Don't call me no more (Where you at Rock, where you at?) Don't call Don't beg Don't call Nothing at all, bye. Where you at Rock, where you at? [Answering Machine:] Beep Yo Rock it's Carp Uh where you at man? It's about 3:00 here in New York I guess it's about 8:00 in London Uh your supposed to be at Abbey Road finishing lyrics (Where you at Rock, where you at?) I just got a call from one of these guys and he mentioned that you would Uh that you were thinking about going to Amsterdam Which I just wanted to let you know that if you were pondering that (Where you at Rock, where you at?) That it is not a good idea We have matchering in 3 days (Where you at Rock, where you at?) Uh just remindin' you I'm at the office, see ya. Where you at Rock, where you at? [Answering Machine:] Beep (Where you at rock, where you at?) Bobby where are you? (Where you at Rock, where you at?) It's Sunday afternoon at 4:00 You know I did ask you to be at 3:00 You promised me you'd be here (Where you at Rock, where you at?) We're having a special party for the whole family It's Father's Day and I'm really upset (Where you at Rock, where you at?) You know, we planned this whole thing around you Well Father's Day was the other day and yet you couldn't make it (Where you at Rock, where you at?) So we made this whole party around you Now where the hell are ya? (Where you at Rock, where you at?) I'm really gettin a little heated Please call me right back, now. Where you at Rock, where you at? Answering Machine: Beep Rock, it's Kracker What the fuck are you doing? (Where you at Rock, where you at?) I'm at the Tellstar This ghetto ass fuckin' place with 4 smokin' ass 3 bitches Ready to turn them the fuck out You were supposed to be here 40 minutes ago What the fuck are you doin? Uh call me back uh... [The phone is picked up by Kid Rock] [Rock:] Yo, Yo, Yo. [Kracker:] Hey. [Rock:] Hey. [Kracker:] What the fuck are you doin'? [Rock:] Yo, yo, I'll be right... I'll be right there. [Kracker:] Alright. [Rock:] See you. [Kracker:] Peace. Uh, I grew a herding cattle I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle You wanna battle with the Rock quit frontin I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin' Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out I'll put your head out, this is my night How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic I shot the sheriff and the deputy too Paid off the feds now its all about my crew What you hoes wanna do One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew Like a south bound trucker Hoss and muthafuckers take shorts Muthafuckers take a loss And when you step with your anger I'm like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger) I give a warning but if you don't take it I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll break it It's all real cop a feel from my steel Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal Or better yet give respect where it's earned You'll eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned You took a turn for the worst Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse Now how you gonna front on that Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at. Where you at Rock, where you at? Over here to the rear with your girl the fourties of beer Where you at Rock, where you at? Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at? Uh Where you at Rock, where you at? 1 2 and it don't stop 3 4 and it don't quit 1 2 and it don't stop From the depths of hell to God's right hand side I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride I'll step in stride, I'm raw as cow hide My first LP is still sellin that ain't no Jive Am I the chosen one Some people ain't getttin where I'm comin from Or where I'm goin to stand back Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at. Where you at Rock, where you at? Over here to the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at Rock, where you at? Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at? Uh...Uh Where you at Rock, where you at? Rock the house Yo Come On. And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that I'm crazy fly I'm steppin to the mic like a soldier bro I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe Old Crow and a soul full of desperation I'm rockin up on the mic with no consideration For you're church or you're family Ayn Rand couldn't stand me so she banned me I'm like a dandy lion Jack You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back And attack from the back like a great white I'm not down with the scrappin but I'm down for the gun fight Behind my back talkin shit But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch Keep on and get your ass macked Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at. Where you at Rock, where you at? Over here to the rear with the fourties of beer Where you at Rock, where you at? Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at? Over here, Over here, Uh, Over Here Where you at Rock, where you at? Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at? Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at? Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Where you at Rock, where you at? Over here, Over here, Uh, Over Here Where you at Rock, where you at? Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care Where you at Rock, where you at? |
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from Strangeland (헨드릭스) by Anton Sanko [ost] (1998)
A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu- pu -
fuckin puffs bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money pussy falls like rain Been gettin laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money, I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin with the blue eye Fuckin with my 2-5 hope your fuckin ass like my shoe size I got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to We're fuckin up your city and we're fuckin up your progam Fuckin all your bitches we don't fuckin give a god damn Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance We won't quit until we're banned from existence Persistance pays if that holds true Then I'm a buy this fuckin planet before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakin So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm takin I'm shakin like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit You act like a motherfucker's new at this shit But I've been true to this shit given my heart and soul Been shinin like a diamond but gettin passed as coal So Fuck Off Yeah With my pants half hangin off my ass and shit Bowl filled with hash pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom trippin sippin shots of Jack Cause the kids don't listen gettin lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and The ten karat Kid with my triggers cockin The K the I the D R O C K motherfucker and you still don't know me So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Don't have no answers so pass the joint I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit I ride like Setta in the Indy five And get live with that which get's me high Strive for perfection this much is true We do what we say you say what we do Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo And I get too much P to ever be no homo Rock from So Ho to Arizona I'm an easy rider dreamin of Wynonna I roam the country like a Greyhound bus Put faith in lust and in God I trust I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Carey couldn't call my game Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame And I show no shame from coast to coast I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast Fuck Off Yeah right in your mother fuckin ass bitch With that Detroit city shit ain't shit switched We're on the same script Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock Yo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair Two white boys who spike punch and light joints Hang around drugs loud music and like noise Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckers Who hate the world as much as each other And I ain't leaving this party tonight Till I see some naked bitches dancin around drunk touchin each other Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me Cause all I do is curse and fuck So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms Cause I'm fuckin the first one up So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars Cause you know I'm losin it when I'm rappin to rock guitars This is for children who break rules People that straight fool And ever single teenager that hates school Fuck Off |
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from Kid Rock - Cowboy [single] (1999)
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt Buy an old drop top find a spot to pimp And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Sip the Tiajuana ...I wanna roam Find the old town chillin fools then come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up shop at the top of four seasons Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me Tex Rollin sunset woman with a bottle of Becks Seen a slimmy in a vette, rolled down my glass And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass No kiddin, gun slingin, spurs hittin the floor Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and stored away my key I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mick My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit I'm flickin my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin until it falls into motion Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine Cowboy Ridin at night cause I sleep all day Cowboy I can smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine |
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from Kid Rock - Cowboy [single] (1999)
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 - Cowboy [single] (1999)
I am the bullgod
I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard, lettin' off much steam In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean 'Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast you one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Uh Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I got behind the garage and fire it up Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' And you know... I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken Forsaken, yeah! You ain't nothing Yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on get 'em up Come on get 'em up Come on get 'em up I am the bullgod I am free and I feed (yeah, yeah, yeah) on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod (yeah...) I am free and I feed on all that is... I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high As I sit in my chair and watch life go by These thoughts I have can't mold to sense Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense Born and raised in the outer lands And at times you can say I'm outta hand I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run Every time that paper hits my tongue And sometimes it seems so odd When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod I am the bullgod, you understand And here in my head is my master plan Uh, I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I see through you! |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Tommy Lee - I dont deny im in the public eye seems like 24/7 being
watched by a spy makes me wonder why they dont live their own livesTheir not news reporters-they're full of bullshit and lies leave them alone their carma will be their demise I can read between the lines they make up shit because theres no shit to find, Im under a microscope directly going to prison if i take a toke people ask me for answers as if I was the pope im my own spiritual leader on this emotional teetor totter my senses are getting hotter Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Tommy Lee - Now I see whats on the real the public craves drama like a pig that squeals they watched me in court testifyin to a fucked up charge I was drowning myself in my own tears, of my Boys growing up in their early years without their father near ain't noway im gonna dissapear can you hear? Freedom can be taken from you at anytime so you better think twice before you pay the PRICE, pay the PRICE! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Chorus - No one can condem! Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area, gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem no one can condem! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK Chorus - No one can condem! Chorus - No one can condem! Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area, gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem! Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME? GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK GET THE FUCK BACK BACK |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Heres some music to crash your car to,
aint no use its to fast to undo CRASH....CRASH, 60 shots of Jack and I feel you, equillibriums off and its pure pandemonium Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect Cockeyed joyride swervin between the lines, rearview mirror makin me loose my mind, all liquored up and hes back behind the wheel again, got no idea where hes goin' or where hes been Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'd push my luck so what, I just dont give a fuck GOING TO FAST, GOING TO FAST.. The suns coming up as you start to feel your coming down, god damn give me hope, so i can kiss the ground! Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect GOING TO FAST, GOING TO FAST.. |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
77 MILLION DOLLARS MADE FROM WATCHIN ME CUM UNDER THE SUN ON MY VACATION, "AFTER HOURS ON SPECTRAVISION" SHOOTIN MY JIZZY JIZUM THE WOODY HAS RIZZY RISEN, I AIN'T GETTIN PAID TO ENTERTAIN YOUR BRIDAL SHOWERS, ROCKIN MY PORNO TAPE FOR HOURS AND HOURS, @#$%^&* ARE FEARIN ME IT'S BIGGER THAN RON JEREMY..
Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY. GET, GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot GET, GET NAKED Ride the cock til ya hit the spot GET, GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot Get NAKED DOIN IT DOGGY STYLE...... Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay ..Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay THE LITLE GEISHA HO FROM TOKYO WHO SAID SHE COULD BLOW, TEN DOLLAS LOVE ME LONGTIME IN A LIMO, FOR REALLY Doh, I'M JUST TRYIN TO FLY WITH THE FLOWS FREAK UP SOME HO'S BLOW UP THE SHOWS, MAKE A LITTLE Dough-HO AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, BACK TO THE STRIPCLUB FREAKIN UP SOME HO-HOS SWINGIN MY DINGALING IT AINT NO THaNG. IT'S THose INTERGALACTIC HOS WHO CAME DOWN IN THOSE SPACE PROBES, FINE GREEN HIENAS REPRESENTIN WITH NO CLOTHES MIX MASTER MIKE MIX MASTER MIKE MAKIN THE PUSSY TIGHT NO JIMMY,NO GIMMIE,NO LUST IN THE METHODS OF MAYHEM WE TRUST,SO RIP OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND EXPOSE YOUR BUSTS Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY. GET,GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot GET,GET NAKED Ride the cock til ya hit the spot GET,GET NAKED Cmon baby make it hot Get NAKED (lil kim's rap is not included) |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
POWER TO THE POSITIVE PEOPLE PLEASE PUSH YOUR PANIC BUTTONS STOP THE PRESS ITS THOSE HYPOCRITICAL JUDGIN CONDEMNIN PREACHERS WITH PENS BEHIND THEIR DESK, CONSISTENTLY DROPPING FICTICIOUS LIES LEAVING LIVES A MESS, WE PROTEST AGAINST THEIR NEGATIVE STRESS, TIME TIME TIME TO GET SOME SHITS OFF OUR CHEST, I KNOW THAT VIOLENCE DONT FIX DRAMA, IF YOU WANNA HAVE THAT GOOD KARMA, GO GO ASK YOUR MOMMA. DID YOU UNCOVER YOUR THIRD EYE, YEAH AND UTILIZE MY MENTAL TELEPATHY TO GET THEM AWAY FROM T-LEE AND THE REST POSSIE
CLICK CLICK CAMERA FLASH FREEZE FRAME A TIME FROM THE PAST, IF I HAD A GAT I PROBABLY WOULD BLAST, BUT LIVIN LIFE LIKE THAT LIFE PROBABLY WOULD NOT LAST, CAUSE SOMEBODY SOME DAY MAY DO UNTO YOU AS YOU DID ONTO THEM, LEAVE YOU SIX FEET DEEP IN THE GROUND YOUR LAST TOUR DATE IN A CASKET WITH NO QUADRO SOUND WHO SETS THE STANDARDS WHO SETS THE LINES WHO YOU, OR DO THEY RULE YOUR MINDS. WHO SETS THE STANDARDS WHO SETS THE LINES WHO YOU, OR DO THEY RULE YOUR MINDS. THE SNITCHES THE BITCHES BE TAKIN ADVANTAGES OF THE CHANCES THAT THEY BE GIVIN, CONFIDENTUALITY T-BONE GAVE A BROTHER LOVE AND HE TURNED THAT SHIT INTO 10-G'S, AND KNOW ITS HE WHO SAILS THE SEVEN SEAS LEFT US IN THE STUDIO TRACKIN OUR TRAX KNOW WERE GETTIN FREAKY-O, POPARAZZI GOTTA SATELLITE 24-7 ON MY HOMIE YO, UH-OH WITH A DIRECT LINE THAT GOES DIRECTLY LIVE TO THE TONIGHT SHOW WHERE THEY PREP LIKE CHEFS cuttin and choppin WITH THEir FAKE ASS VOICE O'S, YEAH AND SUPPORTIN A LOW LIFE SUCKA WHO STOLE A VIDEO TAPE OF MY BROTHA AND HIS WIFE WITHOUT THEIR CLOTHES, NOW THEY PACK THAT SHIT IN THE PUBLICS NOSE, BUT IRONICALLY MY FELLOW PEEPS BURN THAT TRASH UP IN OUR SHOWs who sets the standards who sets the lines who keeps feeding us ethnic separation, tax levels n levels of occupation we're all significant parts in this Universal creation who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! SEE WE SICK AND TIRED OF THEY TRICKS WE USIN VOO-DOO ON THE WHOLE RAG MAG CLICK, AND THAT HARD COPY SHIT HERE WE'RE GONNA GIVE EM A REAL TOPIC FOR THE NEW MILLENIUM REAL QUICK. who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! who sets the standards who sets the lines, who you? or do they rule your mind!! |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
A seed become a flower, a cocoon becomes
a butterfly winter becomes spring time, and love becomes a child the clowds become the rain the sad becomes the pain inside cryin' becomes a game, yeah, yeah, and smoke becomes the flame, Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 Tommy Lee - A bot becomes a man, a song becomes a memory of a time in your life, a river becomes an ocean, and life becomes undone. Feelings become emotion, a marriage becomes a devotion for the rest of your life, the bordem becomes the same, and guilt turns into pain..Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 Tommy Lee - Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate seed becomes a flower! x2 |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
U-GOD - The blade is much colder
slaughter house lava shit boiling Point molten rocky mountain cocky guitar string four star ninja claw to the jaw of course you know the force the War I bring cut sting before I snub nose em cement toes em to death the core scuff em some more then I hose em some more the braveheart slave whirlwind all in the all I might trip, slip or stagger yo but I wont fall Iron body be my hobby, bringin' you bastards bio rhythm fly so now blowin' a gasket shelltoe elbow slow gun ho pro methods of mayhem mantis bury your face in the canvas quick, THE I VANISH. |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Its a mother fucking method..
Are you ready for the tweekend? Come on baby.. It dont stop.. Come on baby.. FORGET ABOUT REHAB! Gimme More The drugs are so advanced "Why get involved with a rockstar with a troubles history" Are you ready for the tweekend? Come on baby.. "Tommy seemed to know the difference, he just didnt care" FORGET ABOUT REHAB! Wow, this is amazing Give me another one, Gimme more The drugs are so advanced |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
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 Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Are you tired of hanging out in your
car and getting sweated by the boys in blue? Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not recieving any medical attention cause of lack of insurance? If these are a few problems that plague you and your friends, this november when you go up that ballid box and you see the proposition marked |
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from Methods Of Mayhem - Methods Of Mayhem (1999)
Hello, This is the Operator with a Collect Call from the
LA County jail from Tommy. Will you accept the Charges? Theory of Relativity to fear your Duality a drift back in my memory Searching for something significant deep within of me I wanna travel the world and the 7 seas adventure to the desert with some water and plant a seed kick down some of my energy now i can see things that before i could never see a new dimension filled with knowledge and harmony One brotha to anotha kick back and play a drum Chorus: Rely what lies deep within your mind between you and me look inside and you'll find Rely what lies deep within your mind between you and me let the blind lead the blind Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Who the Hell Cares where the fuck you come from Make your moves, get ya dibs Nigga fuck them kids talkin' this shit bout you dogg, they don't know how it is thats on the up dogg. you know what? mutha fuck y'all cause i'm the top dogg, big dogg big ball on the block gettin' money, fuckin' hos and rockin' hip-hop Methods of Mayhem with D-O double G-Y and we ride, slidin' to a whole different beat on the street bang bang chitty chitty I'm a crazy nigga from the mad ass long beach City I'm not your neighbour, I'm a gangsta with the flavour and the Ill Behaviour Chorus Cut it direct Chorus |
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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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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
My veins are poppin from this love inside
I just can't let it out This pipe and these needles are my only guide They've got me on the wrong route What is my life about Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen Dreamin' like a lonely child I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too Man I wish you could see them too Oh Lord Oh Lord Man I wish that you could see them too Man I wish that you could see them too So can I come to see you sometime Cause I been missin you I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine I'm feeling oh so young But still I must die to get to you And if I do I wonder how just you will see me And implicate the things I've done I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen I'll see you soon Now where's my gun Oh Lord Oh Lord Oh Lord Wheres my gun Oh wheres my gun Oh Lord Wheres my gun Oh Lord My gun Let me open your eyes Let me see who you are I am you, you are me We are a part of The second coming of christ It's God himself in a jar Yeah...yeah Yeah...yeah Let me open your eyes Let me see who you are I am you, you are me We are a part of The second coming of christ Its god himself in a jar Yeahhhh Heyyyyyyy You got me, sad and lonely When I'm me...me You know you make me so lonely I am so alone And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry And I will prey and then I'll cry |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
And I've set up and tore down
this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans girls money and fame I played their game And As they scream my name I will show no shame I live and die for this And if I come off soft Then chew on this Are you scared Devil without a cause And Im back with the beaver hats And Ben Davis slacks 30 pack of Strohs 30 pack of hoes No rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one I'm the living proof With the gift of gab From the city and true I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics backs And I did not studder when I said that I'm goin' platnum Sellin' rhymes I went platinum Seven times And still they ill They wanna see us fry I guess because only god knows why Why why why why Ohhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at And say hey hey I'm givin it back So say hey hey Show me some metal And say Hey hey hey hey Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cut Fuck all y'all I like AC DC and ZZ Top Bocephus Beasties and the kings of rock Skynard Segar Limp Korn the Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa Pass that bottle around Got the rock from Detroit Soul from Motown The underground stoned fuckin Pimp We trash the mack and slap back the wack Never gave away I dont play with ass But watch me rock with Liberachie flashed Punk rock's a clash Boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash Flash flash flash flash ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at And say hey hey I'm givin it back So say hey hey Show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey Uh uh uh cut Yeah I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker You just can't fuck with I'm an American bad ass Watch me kick You can roll with rock Or you can suck my dick I'm a porno flick I'm like amazing grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's After i rock this place Super fly Livin double wide Side car my glide So Joe C can ride Full sack to share Bringin flash and flare Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air Snakeskin suits 65 Chevelle's See me ride in sin Hear the rebel yell I won't live to tell So if you do Give the next generation a big fuck you Who knew I'd blow up like Oklaholma So fuck highschool I pissed on my daploma Smell the aroma Check my hits I know it stinks in here Cause im the shit shit shit shit shit Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air let me see where you're at Say hey hey Let me hear where you're at Say hey hey I'm givin' it back so say Hey hey Show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey I'm a cowboy Bad ass in black Singin' Hey hey hey hey From side to side From front to back Say hey hey hey hey I put Detroit city back on the map And singin' Hey hey hey hey Kid Rock's in the house And thats where Im at |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
1992
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker Out on the highway we loved to roll He never made me go to school I never begged to go I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks I was born to be a hick See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin Kissin and huggin on some distant lands People always tell me I'm a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit And I was born to be a hick Ohhh I was born to be a hick See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin Kissin and huggin on some distant lands People always tell me I'm a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit And I was born to be a hick See I was born to be a hick man Yeah I was born to be a hick man Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a shotgun tokin I'm a John Deere drivin I'm a hick Ah har |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it therrreee I never went to college, I ain't got no skills I got hair to my shoulders and a bottle of pills I got bills stacked up like a turkey club I blew my last dime drinkin at the local pub I am not sunshine I am dark and grey For this life of sins I live, each day I pay I am not Jesus But I died in vain Only to relive each day I'll pay Unlike me, you're gonna run away Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it therrrreeee Rock, rock y'all (Rock y'all) To the beat y'all (Ah, to the beat y'all) Check it out y'all (Check it out y'all) You cant stop y'all (You can't stop y'all) Rock, rock y'all (Rock y'all) To the beat y'all (Ah, to the beat y'all) Check it out y'all (Check it out y'all) You come alive y'all (Alive y'all) Come on I never felt at home, although I grew up loved I got a junkies mind in a ramblin man's blood Got a flood full of thoughts that's caught in a dam Somedays I'm gone, but that's where I am I'm fit to slip another rippin rhyme I'm so ahead of the game, I feel left behind Another dime to boost, I got boots of lead Hope I live to see this virus spread I am not sunshine I am dark and grey For this life of sins I live Each day I pay I am not Jesus But I died in vain Only to relive each day I pay Unlike me, you're gonna run away Unlike me, you'll see another day Run like me, out on the highway I will ride so faaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr I'll probably never make it there Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
This is the true story about mackin')
Times are changing, more so each year But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if you hear me yell, just drop that top And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test Sucess, never fessed take a guess I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp Straight limpin boones from drinkin At the party big booty pinchin Chillin, like a villian Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin, the find hoe drillin' With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain Been gone too long, too much cocaine But now that Im back on the block, I'm ready to rock Left to right, all night, my games tight I wish you might take a bite Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the harvest. Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town Top Dog get down Radio wont play me But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks Kid Rock be comin with the "boom boom boom" biatch Im from the six biatch straight from the R-O "Kid Rock, I aint not bitch" Oh yes you are hoe So quit frontin like ya dont know When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino Get a good look, bro, get a good gander Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser Spreadin like a cancer, a virus Now your lookin really gay Like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus I'm the highest emcee of all time Got my mind on the D, and the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes cant see Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV I be what they call an O G bitch I'm the mother fuckin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Say what One time for your mother Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss Got the money green cutty with the high pro gloss A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch. The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I dont be givin' a fuck Who the hell can rap better then me Cause I'm a true fuckin player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P Is for pimpin, early mornin' stoned pimpin I been down, been around from the bottom to the top Partyin' down with the slimmy's, and the cities that I rock So a oh baby baby baby let me love ya If you wanna get your freak on I just fuck ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh Bitch, shit, I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Hey hey hey yeah yeah Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands up high hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all Just throw your hands up high lets rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all I'm Joe C bitch Let me get them digits I might be a little small hoe But I aint no God damn midget So stick it up your ass where the sun dont shine I'm verticly challenged, your verticly blind I'm 3 foot 9. it's 10 foot long I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong I can flow on like all night long Till the break of dawn Till the early morn I'm a thorn in your side Can you feel me stickin 80 pills a day bitch, I aint bullshittin So groove baby groove baby call your momma I'm like Charlie Hooker girl I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama Eith the boogie drama yeah With the boogie drama oh yeah Ridin around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good. With the boogie, drama yeah Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine. Playin the radio you look so fine. With the boogie, drama With the boogie, drama Well well well baby Let's get funkie, that's my job Punchin 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12 Day in and day out, let's get funky Come on everybody With the boogie drama |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger And my anger has no outlet So all day long I smoke that sess I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like YAHHHHHHHH!!! And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us *So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT I sense danger, I'm a stranger I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger I feel funny, and I smell like sex But in my heart I have no regrets So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like Cause everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us * Repeat I see lights in my sights, but they look dim I never backed out or cracked out, but I look thin I wanna fight for the right, but I'm wrong Say you love me, now I'm gone I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us * Repeat FUCK THAT x 8 |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
I'm not the trash you think i am talking trailor park
Come to my mansion bitch and watch me stick it after dark I'll take you higher, higher I'll take you lower, slower I'll make you talk that talk and walk that walk hoe I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I see you checkin out my car and my residence Your hell bound and I see your gettin whiskey bent I been around and I know what you meant You don't wanna fuck me you wanna fuck some dead president *I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more I'm super fly bitch I'm not that guy bitch I'll fuck you blind leave you face down in the ditch Thought you'd get rich straight fuckin with the player I'm the pimp of the nation yeah the pussy surveyor hey * Repeat I like that long hair swingin in them Calvin Klines I pull them young, start fuckin with their virgin minds I give a fuck about your poppa or your mother I'll walk up on your ass and bitch slap your brother say * Repeat x 3 I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind bitch I'll fuck u blind till you just can't see no more |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
Cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the clem With some friends George and Jay We was a funky fresh crew when i DJ'ed But what a shock it was to be on the set Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects No regrets cause I learned alot And I earned alot in the parking lot Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rocks You can call me that little white kid Who could rock on the two turntables And that aint no fable Watchin Eddie Murphie, instead of Clark Gable My whole lifestyle switched Hoss Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash But I could never wait for them weekends to come Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Boom, boom, the basement On the turntables fuckin it up, in Dukes basement Boomtime productions, who kept the jam jumpin Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin And get some love back to those that loved me 206 Court street, and my second mom Tracy, little Keesha, and Cole My mellow boe, and my homegirl Flo Doc Ralph C used to buy me some But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club Tom, Rich, and Mike Shafer used to give me rides And buy me groceries when I didnt have no papers And Im grateful for this Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss Making demos my old four track Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back, back in the time (3x) Got kicked out again for bein fly Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli An' they greeted me like brothers R-I-P to the coolass mothers An my brother din dada For the homies that aint here I still gotta lot of love I wanna go back, way back To change things and bring y'all back I pour a tear out for y'all Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul Life brings alot of tragedy I look around at times and its so sad to see A wasted life, or a broken home But all I can do is take care of my own I feel so alone like a stranger And sometimes I express my love through my anger And I lost alot of friends for this Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest Katie C, and Chris And the rest of the beach crew I aint sayin that i'm wrong, but I still got love for you Cause I remember how it used to be Make way motherfuckers beach crew's in the party To the right to the left Me Black Man, and Funk Daddy, Deaf Steph And sometimes i feel blessed for sure To have been a part of one or raps last great tours Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo, yo Kid Rock and it dont stop I Wanna Go Back (3x) I remember Little Robert, cause i stayed with him I used to go and see Campbel when i need a trim Ands when times got grim, and it seemed that i lost my way I used to go and get blown out with Raveigh Bumpin shoulders and slappin hands Willie Night had a disco right in his basement man Them New Haven jams Me and Black man runnin' crazy scams Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing Just makin that money and pullin them hunnies Spandex shorts, and the halter tops Slangin them rocks, and runnin from the cops The only white kid walked around on the block Crusin' in Amp's low ridin' rag top Go see Howard for what you need Underage, buyin' 40's and bags of weed Buyin late night liquor, from Bubba Coles People used to say "Rock you got soul" Finks looked out, and so did Lou Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot Chuck, Dee, and Murph were the origional 3 And now Richard, Dee, and Kracker are down with me I got a studio, records, and a taste of fame But when i roll through the krem, it's all the same Even though things change, you know i aint forgot Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock But it's hard to go back to the things i knew Cause the new life i have now, lives for 2 Yeah, and that's where i'm at I wanna go back (3x) Let it ride, let it ride |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
W All the way live
From the cornfields of Romeo Michigan Detroit rock city 2 double 0 3 and 4 The early mornin' stoned mother fuckin' Cowboy Here we go Kid mother fuckin' rock Ho what you know I got them bitches and then ritches And that old school flow Big nuts and such you cant eve front I got it all bitch So what you, what you, what you want I can do it better than Jordan Playin' ball at 22 Quicker than Rod Carew Sicker than Motley Crew Who Yeah mother fucker The Who too Beatles, Stones, The Ramones, Trick and U2 The funky country rock soul singin' MC Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC I got the breaks to shake The whole United States Earthquakes couldn't recreate my shake No fake, no makeup, who relates Check these rhymes mother fucker They all first takes No fuckin' around I put it down Pop this shit But don't pop it in my home town 'Cause I throw down motown sounds Shit, the motorcity Ain't nothin' to fuck with I'm the flyest Theres none flyer I'm the highest Theres none higher I spit truth I've never been a liar And I Won't stop rockin' till I retire Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC Cowboy The funky country rock soul singin' MC |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
I need somebody won't u help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am I need somebody please please help me I need somebody u must tell me who I am I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time If u could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like heaven And I believe it stems down from my family situation I never liked my old man I couldn't stand to be around him Sometimes I sit all alone just starin at his picture My heart turns to stone and I think of this You never loved me you never held me tight instead u shook me like a beast to wake me up at night u tried to make me think that your ways were best when all I was was an outlet for all your stress Life it's the ultimate sin A game with no rules that you're expected to win My personal hell's hidden with a grin "Dad take the stand and let the trial begin" U said that oil and water don't mix though it seems cool Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool U should've went to school like your bigger brother but you played the fool with a different color Runnin' ship with a whip I tried to keep up but I kept getting tripped Money made u so wise how could u look thru my face and not see your own eyes Do as i say and not as I do but I can't cuz when I look in the mirror I see u And oh the pain how it hurts it was always your home and your business that came first U said a man is as good as his word but your mind was closed and mine never herd They say the nut don't fall far from the tree look at u then look at me... U ain't nothin to me u've never been to me And all u ever gave a damn about was money see So now fuck u man you ain't shit to me And it's the day that I die of this hate that I'm free Now I know growin up son that it ain't always been easy and I know at times I was not always there for you We never spent much time just talkin or havin a good time but understand growin up son I never had a dime So I worked my ass off and I put myself thru college and everything I have to this day u know I built it all Oh I wish I could go back and change the years that's lost between us I wish I could take back some of the things I said to you Son I said I'm sorry... Son I said I'm sorry but still u resent me so Son I said I'm sorry and why do u resent me so I always loved u I always cared for u just never wanted U to go thru what I've been thru I tried to raise my fuckin family just the best I know and now I'm hated like the devil and for what I don't know Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
Kid Rock and i got all the hoes sayin
"fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn" and while your out gang bangin tring to catch a murder case your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face bumpin to the base of some old school rap jam this aint tennis, but yo i'll use my backhand on any grown man that tries to check Rock i wanna head back, i gotta hip hop. cause i'm gonna stick with what got me paid lickin that coochie with the high top fade i'm self made like Henry Ford i'm on this mic. but it feels like i been here before. i want more than the next man resepct, plus to cash big checks and mack on hoes like Ruddy Ray cause to reach around just sounds so gay i dont even swing that way i told you hoes before i'm the K I to the D R O C Kin, rhymes sayin, guitar playin turntable spinnin at a baseent jam no fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand what it's like to be so real you got the beats and the rhymes, but you aint got no feel i dont need the fancy music to make mine just the beat and the funky ass base line drop a couple cuts on the track 8 tracks to the mother fuckin wack so while your making record that dont recoup i'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop yeah Kid Rock and i got all the hoes sayin "fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn" i want my khakis washed, starched, and creased i want an order of fries with a side of greese i wish for peace throughout this land i want the whole fuckin world in my hands i want a band like the US Funk Mob see i can rap i dont hafta lay side just to make ends meet October 31st yellin Trick-or-Treat (boy aren't you a little old to be trickin) you see my mask and bag bitch, i aint bullshittin hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub i'm kinda anial , cause i aint no fuckin slob i'm the cradle that's able to rock any format but still i'm labeled and treated like a doormat where's the whores at? Westside hoes like cars, so i ride em for a test drive i'm like a pringle, i wont go soft. i got a new jingle, i'm about to go off hey ho, check it out, i really like to turn you out. and if you be good to me, i'll yoodle in your valley Kid Rock aint nothing nice got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice got a head full of lice cause i'm such a scum got a pocket full of money, but i'm dressed like a bum got a business mind, so if i loose the funk, i'll still be in the house gettin paid like Trump ha ha ha, yeah uhh, uhh Kid Rock and i got all the hoes sayin "fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn ohhhhhhh yeah come on comew on ababy all night long fuck me baby, fuck me baby come on, come on, come on fuck me baby, love me baby yeah oh come on pretty baby, all night long fuck me baby, come on fuck me baby come on and do me daddy, all night long umm, oh yeah |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back filled with spite staying high as a kite I was dealin and stealin everything in sight pool hustling trying to make that green I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13 working like a bitch like a god damn tank some disagree because me rents had bank but all that's gold non't always glitter so I'll take another puff from my one hitter I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme blow all my cash on cheap women and wine cause money, money, money ain't shit to me but I gotta make a lot just to be free Please God Please I'll pay any cost If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off there's too much hardship there's too much pain there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride but parasites can't fake the Rock and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot cause I hold key to my own success and suckers that step shall be put to rest yes, I hold the key to my own success and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest, so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter. not a generic dime a dozen M.C. never was in a posse never wanted to be now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign all this talk their gonna drop the bomb, but life keeps going on and on and on and on the world's end don't worry me and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin fussin with the girls they waste my time thrashin and bashin going out of my mind crucified by the critics everyday cause I ain't really got that much to say I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time I live my life just like the skipper but only at night because I'm a day tripper twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack but still life goes on visions of red shoot through my head and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead. |
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from Kid Rock - The History Of Rock (2000)
Pass that dang coat boy i'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper So watch me whip another funky rhyme East side swingin with the Boones wine Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to And if you fuck with the Rock, i'll roast you A little toast to the real emcee's Aint no love for the wanna be's So, hey ho dont call me Joe Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow I can battle rap, and all that other crap So if ya dont want none, better step to the back I'm from the motherfuckin ole school Basement party's and the Klem fool Talkin that trash, i wish you would Come step to Rock, it's all good Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin Hittin you straight with the fresh shit Wid western funk, and i'm the best biatch The K to the I to the chrome D's I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game Servin you hoe's like it aint no thing Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin I dont care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin Shit, one time, one rhyme Cause i'm that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick Hittin you hoe's with the real shit Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Now if you dont know hoe, i'm the man in the dark I got more ripps than Stanly Clark Or George Clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot So if ya want some, get some If ya need some, here's some If ya dont just step to the rear son I'm commin with the quickness If you dis this biatch, you'll wind up on my hit list I'll put a bounty on your head Mclough County (?) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace But it aint Rocky Dennis Watch me bang this rhyme in half I'm like Moses, with the mic. as my staph Layin down them 10 comandments Tho shall not dis the Rock God damnit Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on Ya keep on, ya keep on |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger And my anger has no outlet -- so all day long I smoke that sess I never rest, never sleep, I'm afraid too (the right lyric) Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like "YAHHHHHHHH!!!" And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! I sense danger, I'm a stranger I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger I feel funny, and I smell like sex -- but in my heart I have no regrets So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like *SNIFFFFFF* Cause everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! I see lights in my sights but they look dim I never backed out or cracked out but I look thin I wanna fight for the right but I'm wrong -- say you love me, now I'm gone I never rest, never sleep, I'm afraid too (the right lyric) Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like {*guitar riff*} And everything that you stand for hates us But everything your soul needs it awaits us So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT! So let's ride, not slide, let's mack And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! FUCK THAT! |
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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 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 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 Kid Rock - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast (2000)
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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 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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from Kid Rock - Cocky (2001)
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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