IntroIt aint no party like a Detroit party, Cause a Detroit party don't stop. I said it aint no party like a Detroit party, Cause a Detroit party don't stop. It aint no party like a Detroit party, Cause a Detroit party don't stop. I said it aint no party like a Detroit party, Cause a Detroit party don't stop. Kid Rock Index Early Mornin' Stoned PimpA 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 Kid Rock Index PaidOhhh a, yeah a ah ah ah And while your out gang bangin Trying to catch a murder case Your hoe's on my couch gettin' fucking) in the face Bumpin' to the base of some old school rap jams (say what) This ain't tennis, but yo I use my backhand On any grown man that tries to check Rock I wanna headbang, I gotta hip hop 'Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid Lickin' that (fucking 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 Respect, plus to cash big checks And mack on hoes like Ruddy Ray 'Cause a reach around just sounds so gay I don't even swing that way I told you hoes before I'm the K I to the D-R-O-C-K'n Rhyme saying guitar playin' Turntable spinnin' at a basement 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 ain't got no feel I don't need the fancy music to make mine Just the beat and a funky fuck base line Drop a couple cuts on the track 8 tracks to the mother fucking wack So while your making records that don't recoup Huh, 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 'til the break of dawn (let it ride baby) Ohhhhhh a, ye-hey a, all night long I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased I want an order of fries with a side of greese I wish for pece throughout this land I want the whole fuckin' work in my hands I want a band like the US Funk Mob See I can rap I don't have ta lay sod Just to make ends meet October 31st yellin' Trick-or-Treat (Boy ain't you a little old to be trickin') You see my mask and bag bitch ( I ain't bullshittin ) Hittin' homeruns like Rusty Staub I'm kinda anal 'cause I ain't 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 West side Hoes like cars so I ride 'em for a test drive I'm like a pringle, I won't go soft I got a new jingle I'm about to go off Hey ho Check it out I'd really like to turn you out And if you be good to me (I'll yodel in your valley) Kid Rock ain't nothing nice Got the salt pork boomin' with the beans and rice Get 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 Uh, uh, uh, uh Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin' Fuck me baby Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby fuck me baby all night long Fuck me baby Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby fuck me 'til the break of dawn Come on, come on Ohhhhhhh yeah come on come on baby All night long (Let it ride, let it ride) Fuck me baby, fuck me baby Come on, come on, come on Ohhhhhh a ah (somebody) Fuck me baby, love me baby yeah Oh come on pretty baby, all night long Fuck me baby, come on and fuck me baby Come on and do me daddy, all night long Come on and do me daddy Come on and do me daddy Come on and do me daddy All night long Kid Rock Index I Wanna Go BackCause I remember way back when Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the Clem With some friends George and Jay It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ What a shock it was to be on the steps Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects No regrets cause I learned alot And I earned alot in the parking lot Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rock They used to call me that little white kid Who could rock on the two turntables And that aint no fable Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable My whole life style switched Hoss Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash But I could never wait for them weekends to come Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum Boom, chick boom, the bass went On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin And give some love back to those who loved me 206 Court street and my second mom Tracy Little Keesha and Cole My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo Rock round see, you could find me some But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club Tom Rich and Mike Shafer used to give me rides And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper And Im grateful for this Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss Making demos on my old four track Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back Got kicked out again for bein fly Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli An' they treated me like brothers R-I-P to their cool ass mother An my brother din dada For the homies up here I still gotta lot of love I wanna go back, way back To change things and bring y'all back Im pourin beer out for y'all Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul Life brings alot of tragedy I look around at times and its so sad to see A wasted life, or a broken home But all I can do is take care of my own I feel so alone like a stranger But sometimes I express my love through my anger And I lost alot of friends for this Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris And the rest of the Beast crew I aint sayin that Im awe, but I still got love for you Cause I remember how it used to be Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party To the right and to the left Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef Cause sometimes I feel blessed for sure To a been a part of one of raps last great tours Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo Kid Rock and it don't stop I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim And when times got grim and I lost my way, I used to get blown of with Reve Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man Them New Haven jams Me and Blackman running crazy scams, Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies Spandex shorts and the halter tops Slanging them rocks, runnin' from the cops The only white kid walkin' round on the block, Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop Go see Howard for what ya need Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed Late night liquor from Bubba Coles People used to say, Rock you got soul Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot Chuck D and Murph were the original three Now Richard D and Cracker are down with me I got a studio record and a taste of fame But when I roll throught the Clem it's all the same Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock But it's hard to go back to the things I knew Cause ta me life a have now lives for two Yeah, and that's where I'm at I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back Let it ride, let it ride Way back, uh-huh Kid Rock Index LiveLet me hear you say "Kid Rocks up on the stage" Hey slick, check it I'm the Rock you know, i'm gonna smoke it up So i can rock it through old school disco cuts I'm the crisco slick, checkin sisco's shit I'm the ultimate Yes the K, to the I to the D-D-D, R-O-C-C-K all motherfuckin day While i'm strong, let me steal your rhyme Got the matches, tank, and the 4 foot bong Uh, and i aint bullshittin Suckin motherfuckers with the game i'm spittin And aint a damn thing changed Come on y'all and tell me, whats my name? (Kid Rock, Rock) I'm the boy fucked up with the hip and hop And on the seven sea's they call me Daddy Rock I had to coochie watch, back in the day But i pawned that shit for a rock, last May And now i'm back on track I don't smoke the crack, don't shoot the smack I told y'all once, i don't bang But i lick more coochie than Katie Lang Uh, and you don't stop Rock the rythem that'll make your body pop That somebody, anybody, all y'all scream (Kid Rock, Rock) Check it out yo What i wanna do is break it down And show y'all a little somthin about where i come from Show you some skills of how i used to rock basement party's On the wheels of steel, back in the day in the klem yo Check it (Kid Rock, Rock) Some of that yo It aint nothin but a motherfuckin party yo Break it down on the lst like this It aint no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party don't stop It aint no party like a Detroit party When your in the fuckin house with Kid Rock Kid Rock Index Detroit ThangIt's a Detroit thing, everybody It's a Detroit thing, tell your body It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah I'm bout to say the law, cause i'm the K-I-D I'll be whippin and flippin rhyms from the fuckin D And for the peoples, and for the peoples Aint nobody in the D bein equals to us So i bust, cause it's a must that i go for my With another funky Detroit rhyme, yeah I got it all like Jack, and my shit is Phat, you know that And ya don't stop, and ya don't stop Somebody in the houes? Somebody, can i get a little soul clap Can i get a soul clap y'all, a soul, a soul clap y'all There's a party in the D, where ya at yo It's a Detroit thing, everybody It's a Detroit thing, tell your body It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah I be bustin and fluckin, for the mother fucks Cause i'm the biggin with the rock Who got the gettin ducks Talkin 'bout John Lee, I'm talkin 'bout the P funk Come on lets get drunk Get a glass of wine, you'll be feelin fine Rock is on the mic., i'm 'bout to go for mine Got my shoelaces laced up, my hat turned back My shit is Phat, you know that It's a Detroit thing, everybody It's a Detroit thing, tell you 'bout it It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah It's a Detroit thing Aint talkin 'bout Philly, no Aint talkin 'bout DC., no Aint talkin 'bout New Orleans, where they say the funk got started I'm talkin 'bout the D, i'm talkin 'bout the D y'all I'm talkin 'bout the D It's a Detroit thing Yes, yes y'all, A free freak y'all To the beach y'all, so unique y'all I rock, rock y'all, i'm Kid Rock y'all There's a party in the D, where ya at yo It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right It's a Detroit thing, same same It's a Detroit thing, everybody It's a Detroit thing, tell your body It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah And ya don't stop, and ya don't quit And ya don't stop, stop, stop Let ya body rock, and ya rock a shot Like in the sure shot Cause you know i got the fuckin rhyms that'll make you say hooahh Bring it down Y'all know what the fuck i'm talkin 'bout Don't even stand there in the front Put your hands in the air y'all Lets rock one more time, here we go It's a Detroit thing, everybody It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right It's a Detroit thing It's a Detroit thing Kid Rock Index Ya Keep OnPass 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 don't call me Joe Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow I can battle rap, and all that other crap So if ya don't 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 don't 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 don't 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 don't 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 Kid Rock Index Shotgun BlastAhhhhhhh, shit! Kid Rock back in this motherfuckin house Feel the effects of my shotgun blast Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts Feel the effects of my shotgun blast People dying from theses shotgun blasts Cause I'm rippin, flippin, crippin, like a real one does So if your rap's wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug Cause I'm a go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin duty Cause all theses corney, foney emcee's now a days don't move me So I'm a show it proof G, so make waves I got a full time pay, stat to dig graves Because I'm burryin emcee's, and sharin their ladys Now you rolled hoe's are carrying my babies Grab me it never hurt no one A broken home always hurts someone Grab me it never hurt no one I saw kid's get shot, don't sell guns And still i rip it, flip it, grip it like a real one does Rockin, shockin on the stage, with a hella steady buzz From a 5th of ole Jimmy Beam We fryin emcee's up just like some motherfuckin Jimmy Dean Sausage pattys, and smokin cabbies like it's no thing Drinkin more Colt's then the 45 king Swingin emcee's like a cow hands rope And if the guns too loud, oh boy, i'm straight slittin throats Cause that's the way I like to do shit holmes Every time I get my gamble on Yeah that's the way i like to do shit holmes I never stay in one spot, i was born to roam Feel like i got bank, but it's not enough friend Cause i want more bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend So if ya need some cheep slut, then speak up Most hoe's know not to ask for cash, cause i'm a cheep fuck Feel the effects of my shotgun blast Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts Feel the effects of my shotgun blast People dying from theses shotgun blasts Kid Rock Index Freestyle RhymeKid Rock, i'm gonna rock the house biatch It goes, 1 for the trebble, and 2 for the bass And the blue eyed devils gonna rock this place Cause i don't give a damn what ya label me I'm still able G, to wreck the whole town Got my cards on the table, it's a Royal Flush In God i trust, and it's a must i bust The angel dust and the strick 9 A big bag of shrooms and the Boones wine Never uptight, see i'm that light that shines Lady's always askin me "what's your sign" I'm a Capricorn, not a Taurus I'm the oriental lick master from the forrest I'm the Borris, sorest, looser that you ever saw But watch out slick, i'm quick on the draw And i'll be blastin the fools like this Pop, pop, pop, shit! Rocks no joke, i go straight for the throat Chillin it late on my old mans boat I hate to grin about the girls i got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 yo i got a whole lot Stright pimpin, cant stop this So when i get low on dough, i make my hoe's dance topless Watch me rock this, i'm far from spotless I'm really kinda dirty, flippin you the birdy Rollin on chrom D's Bumpin them motherfuckin Beasties I see these emcee's laugh at Rock But i'm nuclear Feel the wrath of the after shock Cause after Rock, rocks the spot, i leave the whole crowd hot On the mic with my nuts in my hand With the sluts backstage, hittin nuts on demand That could never be a buster, a straight hustler I got a good bitch, but i still don't trust her Let me lay it on the line I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme I'm just another kid tryin to get mine Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme uhh, uhh I gave an invitation to the president, just for kicks It said "your courduly invited to suck my dick" I'ma trippin, true as this I got mill in the bank, cause i make so much sence Hell bent, and i'm whisky bound Is there anything wacker than the wicked clown (no) Some people just don't get it They got no talent so they hide behind the gilnick and rcok with it It's a shame, but who's to blame. I got a C note brain, steel veins I got love for everyone Just don't get dumb, cause if ya get dumb,ya get done From the jimmy to the beach, to the bum From the fist, to the back, to attack with the hand granades You cant fade me, i'm down for mine And the hate in the world, is the sign of the times Let me lay it on the line I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme I'm just another kid tryin to get mine Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme I'm just another kid with a freestyle rhyme Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme uhh, uhh Now i'm the highest, flyest emcee in town The scratchin, most smackinest emcee around Heaven sentin, representin always Your on MTV, radio, game all crazed I blaze smoke screen, 4-5 OG's Got the ladys breakin with this gotee 24 on a 12 step relaps Phill and Bill bozin at the knee caps I'll be back if i don't make green With the funky rhyms and the no sell out themes I have dreams and aspirations My graduation, was from pimp of the county to pimp of the nation Damn nation is shockin signs From the Kid Rock flows, to the free stlye rhyms Kid Rock Index Classic RockWell guess whos back, with a big fat cock It's the Kid motherfucker with the Classic Rock Like Wax That Booty, yodeleyeho, punk Slappin you hoes with Dick when I get drunk From Alabama, to Texacana Bend over bitch and let me slam her Big fat dick up in your booty, oh goody If your a freaky hoe, well do the backdoor boody Bitch Don't need your front You'de shit your pants if I licked your cunt Fuckin in the can, fuckin in the showers I got more hoes then my man Ed Powers I wont send flowers at the fuckin (???) You can bet your ass I'll be screaming (???) I don't really need to be tied down Im a rancid man and I'll slap the bells When I was on the hunt rippin hoes apart And I fuck so hard I make their pussy fart Do the hip-hip-hop yep it don't stop Im back, bitch, with the Classic Rock (???) Now if you wanna be fucked then step up, bitch Im gonna pack my dick all up in your shit Now I don't like rubbers, they hold me back Instead a hoe like (???) would rock that back I wont cut slack for the stuck up hoes Here, my prime turn up their nose Slimmy on a slit, try to tell me how to shake An' when I trop my drawers and shove up my dick Huh, you know thats true I got a pocket full of pills and a bottle of brew Got a hole Nig Sue in one dang pants Fucked em both at the same time Playin shows, fuckin hoes Got the dope in my veins and up my nose I want some hoes I can mack on Kid Rock, an' I get more pussy then a tamp-on Kid, to the clip, to the grip, to the flip Stood back, to the slap, to my nuts in your butt Yeah don't stop, because Im back with the Classic Rock You put my balls in your mouth, and you don't stop You put my balls in your mouth Kid Rock Index My Name Is RockFly with new blast, get gas Kid Rock some folks thought i'd flew right past Faded fast, ran outta gas Here i come again, all back in that ass No questions, i tell no lies Rely Kid Rock is on the rise Like a sky scraper I'm back like smack, and so are the vapors And the papers, cause i'm gonna rhyme Right, jump right back up into the lime light And i'm rackin my brain where the pain was No i got more soul than the train does Mid western funkin, car pumpin from the amps in the trunkin Ya cant stop this boy, this time I'm the real macoy And you know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock So hey punk, feel the funk Feel the wrath of the rock Non stop, i got a glock in my pants I don't dance, i sit around I don't sip 40's, i pound I been around too long, commin too strong Kid Rock got it goin on See me, see you, see through, emcee's who knew Fly like the wind, i hang like a hinge Been gone like rhymes on a drinkin binge So don't cringe at the sight of Rock Ya wanna fight the rock, ya gotta fight this glock And you can say my beats are fake But it don't mean shit when your gettin paid Hip-Hop, the jam don't stop You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock I'm the D to the O, P to the D O to the straight up G see I been around like Jesus layin tracks But i had to come back, i had to come back Back from the dead, enough said Still trippin like Fred Be red, ya got a head full of holes I got a head full of bowls I'm the K-I straight from the D, punk From the home of the B funk Aint no frontin here, i wont disapear I'll be around next year I'm the Jiffymack In the rack, writin off for some ify crack Last year, this year it's all the same But you know my name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock You know My name is Rock K-I-D's the name Kid Rock Index Krack RocksWho are you, who are you Well i'm the punk with the pump in the back of my pack How you step rock I step in stride I step across stage with my nuts in my hand The punks wanna front cause i got my own band Goddamn i'm the man with the helly buzz And my shit don't stink, like eli's does I'ma pleasure girls man from what i heard Nah man, i kicked that bitch to the curb I don't really need to be tied down I'm a ramblin man, and i'm platinum bound Me too, rolled my crew, i'm not too new .16 is what i blew I bet that set you straight, that illegal action Fuck that, i still roll with a 40 in my lap Back in 2nd grade, i carried a lunch box Turned 21 started smokin crack pots Snortin that D by the dime Wish i could slow down, i'm ahead of my time I'm the Krack, i'm the Krack Krack, Krack, Krack I'm the Krack bitch, my last dimes what i'm bettin I'm up in the casino with a flash like stetson Girls all stare, they gauck, they sneer So i grab me a bitch and i slapped her in the rear My livingroom is the place i'm hangin out Uptight pussy's is the shit i'm bangin out I'm sick of livin in these perplex times That's why i kick these motherfuckin sex rhymes I'm headin down south I'm headin down south I'm headin down, headin down Hip hip hip hip diggin exactly where you go I'm headin down south on a dusty path I got a cool ass buzz and an empty flask Ass on the wagon and they think i'm all soft But i don't givea fuck, i'm trippin my balls off Up in the crack house tunin them rocks off Hoe's come around an we be knockin the box top Knocked out, knocked up and all that shit Hot wax, sweaty spot, lickin spit from your clit Everything that gets old It get's over rated Old to me, just means out dated I'm the Kid Rock, fuck all that 60's shit Take Woodstock and shove it up your momma's clit Oh shit, and there it is I get a lot of pussy cause i'm in show biz Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house I wished for a kiss and your mom popped out. Put her hands on her flop and started eyein me So i smacked the ole bitch with my flyin D That's when i said "man i gotta get a grip" Looked at the TV realized i was trippin It aint no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party don't stop I said It aint no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party don't stop It aint no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party don't stop I said It aint no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party don't stop Kid Rock Index The Prodigal Son ReturnsP-P-P pass the boota, pass the boota Cause i wanna get, P-P-P pass the boota P-P-P pass the boota, cause i wanna get off All the fuckers that are tryin to dis the Kid Rock You can get shot, but first i'm gonna get hot When it comes to rhyms i got a new Caddy Cause you got about as much flavor as a fuckin rice patty Babe, ahh don't quit your day job It lights the way ahh But on the mic i'm God And workin hard for your moneys what i x'ed hoe Cause i wont sell my soul for some wax dipped in cheap gold Par 4 motherfucker whatcha gonna do 1 wood 7 iron and i'm on the green at 2 With 1 putt i lyin a birdy in the hole I drive the show putt for dough So give it up hoe I get a lot of funny looks I aint stealin your music, my man I aint to fuckin crook Your playin dummy with your pride And you cant tell me shit about a funny vibe And all that jive your preachin, it's borin God saved my soul, you save the fuckin rain forest And i'll meet you in hell The prodigal son Kid Rock i rock well (Only time will tell) Well it's been coast from the midway Smokin grass and sniffin lines And at first glance you wouldnt guess no I even make my own homemade wine Moonshine, Red wine, stir it up, drink it up Roll it up, light it up, toke down, pass around Cut it up, light it up, sniff it up, rock it up Gimme a pipe and i just might smoke it Object it, sellect it, clean it, protect it Suck it in, tie it up, stick it and inject it All night, that's right, pop it drop it Set it on your tongue and then trip til you peak Kid Rock Index Black Chick, White GuyBlack chick white guy Does it mean shit maybe I don't know but yo it never phased me But either way heres one tail 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 tail 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' during 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 is it who is it how is 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 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 And people still laugh at this shit Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it 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 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 standin' Kid Rock Index OutroOh, oh, and ya don't stop Uhh, Uhh, yeah uh huh It aint no party like a Detriot party Cause a Detroit party don't stop I said It aint no party like a Detriot party Cause a Detroit party don't stop Yeah It aint no party like a Detriot party Cause a Detroit party don't stop I said It aint no party like a Detriot party Cause a Detroit party don't stop Kid Rock Index |
