KID ROCK

KID ROCK - E.M.S.P. lyrics

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A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers

I'm Back.

This is the true story about mackin

Check it

Times are changin'

Talk about it

More so each year,

But the Early Mornin'

Stoned Pimp is here.

So let it rain, and let the guitar rock

And if ya me yawn

Just drop that top

Come on...

Hey hey hey

Well well well well

Hey hey hey

Well well well well

And I be catchin' them northern pike

Like on a ten pound test

Success, never fess, take a guess

I be the early mornin' stoned pimp,

Straight limpin,

Boone's Farm drinkin,

At the party big booty pinchin'

Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin

With the million dollar talent

And the ten cent brain,

Been gone too long, too much cocaine,

But now that I'm back, on the block

I'm ready to rock

Left to right, all night

My game's tight, I wish you might

Take a bite

Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product

Fresh from the harvest

Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town

Top Dog get down

Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around

the world goin' Kid Rock crazy

Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks,

Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch

I from the sticks biatch

Straight from the RO

"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"

Ah, yes you are ho

So quit frontin' like ya don't know,

when I step straight into the party with my homeboy

Tino

"What's up?"

So get a good look bro

Get a good gander

I'm made in Detroit

but my name aint Stanzler

Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus

While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus

I'm the highest MC of all time

Got my mind on the D

And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see

Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV

I be

What they call an O-G bitch

I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all

Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all

Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all

Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all

Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all

Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars

Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause

A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis

Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch

The purple furs and the gold trim glasses

I only bust the fat asses

And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me

Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,

Early mornin' stoned pimpin

I been down, been around,

From the bottom to the top

Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya

Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya

With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit

Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp

Hey hey hey

Come on yo.

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all

Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all

Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all

Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all

Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all

Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

My name is Tino, you know

Baby let's get funky,

I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie

Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71

To the crib of love

Gonna get us some, ladies

We keep em on a string ah

Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger

Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'

How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban

I'm a natural born hoodlum

Not George Raft

One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph

So groove baby, groove baby call your mama

I'm like Charlie Hooker baby

I got the boogie drama

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama

Ridin' around the neighborhood

Me and Kid Rock were up to no good

With the boogie drama

With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine

Playin' the radio ya look so fine

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama

Let's get funky, that's my job

Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12

Day in and day out

Let's get funky

Come on everybody

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama

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