Artist Kid Rock music lyrics
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Title Emsp
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(R.J. Ritchie,Tino) "That's right, motherfuckers, I'm back!" "This is the true story, about mackin! Check it" "Times are changin, more so each year But the early mornin' stoned pimp is here So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if ya hear me y'all, just drop that top Hey hey hey well well well hey hey hey" And I be catchin' them northern pike Like on a ten pond test, smoke sess, Never fess, take a guess, I be the early mornin' stoned pimp Straight limpin, Boone's farm drinkin', At the party big booty pinchin, chillin', Like a villian, balloon fillin' wack MC killin' With the million dollar talent and The ten cent brain, Been gone too long, Too much cocaine But now that I'm back on the block, I'm ready to rock left or right, all night My game's tight, I wish ya might Take a bite outta this here toxic, melodic,neurotic,product fresh from the harvest Who be the largest, hardest, smartest label in town? Topdog, get down, uh! Radio won't play me, but still i got the kids around the world goin' Kid rock crazy, and Wicked witches, be flyin on broomsticks Kid Rock be comin' with the BOOM BOOM BOOM, bitch I'm from the sticks bitch, straight from the R-O "Kid Rock, I ain't no bitch", ah yes you are ho, So quit frontin like ya don't know When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino, "What's Up?" Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus, While you're lookin' really gay Like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus, uh I'm the highest MC of all-time Got my mind on the D and the D on my mind And the line gets drawn When my eyes can't see, hit me twice With the tussin and the morphine IV, I be what they call an OG bitch, I'm the motherfuckin early mornin stoned pimp Now throw your hands in the air, let's rock yall Throw your hands up high, hip-hop yall Now throw your hands in the air, let's rock yall Because a Detroit party don't stop yall Now I;'m the selfmade mack On a mountain of Mars Stacked with money green cutty And a high pro gloss, A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis Rag top dropped down Rollin' on Chrome Ds bitch The purple furs and the gold-trimmed glasses I only bust the fat asses and I don't be givin a fuck who the hell can rap better than me Cuz' 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 Morning Stoned Pimpin' I been down been around from the bottom To the top, partyin down with the slimmies In the cities that rock, so uh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya And if you wanna get your freak on I'll just fuck ya with the ooh, aah, oohoohooh aah bitch, shit I'm the early mornin stoned pimp COME ON, now Throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall Throw your hands up high, hip-hop yall Throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall Because a Detroit party don't stop yall Throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall Throw your hands up high hip hop yall Throw your hands in the air and let's rock yall Because a Kid Rock party don't stop yall "my name is tino, you know, baby lets get funky, im like lenny bruce girl, but i ain't no goddamn junkie. cruisin with the kid in my 71 to the crib of love gonna get us some ladies we keep em on a string-a midgets in the house wanna smell my finger comin for ya baby cuz youre so suburban, how ya like me now in my brand new turban, i'm a natural hoodlum, not george graff, one a these days you kidz'll pay for my autograph, so groove baby, groove baby call your mama, i'm like john lee hooker, girl... i got the boogie drama, with the boogie drama, the boogie drama...etc." Ridin around the neighborhood, Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie drama... With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine Playin the radio ya know ya look so fine With the boogie drama With the boogie drama "Let's get funky that's my job...quit your 9 to 5, 7 times times 24 times 12, day in and day out, let's get funky c'mon everybody" With the boogie drama With the boogie drama Gary
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