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| Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
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This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin
Talk about it
More so each year
But the Early Mornin, Stoned Pimp is here
Yeah
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya here me yaaaawwwwn
Just drop that top
Come on, girl
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well, well
Come on, girl, Yeeeaaahhh
And I be catchin them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Posess, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin stoned pimp
Straight limpin,
Boones Farm drinkin
At the party big booty pinchin
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin
Whack MC killin, the fine hoe drillin
With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain
Been gone too long, too much cocaine
But now that Im back, on the block
Im ready to rock
Left to right, all night
My games tight, I wish you might
Take a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Wholl be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town
Top Dog get down, Uh
Radio wont play me
But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazyin
Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
Kid Rock I aints no bitch
Ah, yes you are hoe
So quit frontin like yall dont know
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
Whats up?
So get a good look bro, get a good gander
Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanzler
Spreadin like a cancer, a virus
While youre lookin really gay like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus
Im 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 cant see
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be
What they call an O-G bitch
Im the motherfuckin Early Mornin Stoned Pimp
Say what?
One time for you
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop yall
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Because a Detroit party dont stop yall
Just throw your hands up high, lets rock yall
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop yall
Just throw your hands up high, lets rock yall
Because a Kid Rock party dont stop yall
Now Im the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin on chrome Ds biatch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I dont be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
Cause Im a true fuckin player and I mack like a real G
H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin
Early mornin stoned pimpin
I been down, been around
From the bottom to the top
Partyin down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock
So ah, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, Ill just fuck ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Morning Stoned Pimp
Hahaha
Hey hey hey
Come on yo
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop yall
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Because a Detroit party dont stop yall
Just throw your hands up high, lets rock yall
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop yall
Just throw your hands up high, lets rock yall
Because a Kid Rock party dont stop yall
[Joe C]
Im 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
Im vertically challenged, your vertically blind
Im three foot nine, its ten foot long
Im 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
Im a thorn in your side
Can you feel me stickin
Eighty pills a day bitch, I aint bullshittin
So groove baby groove baby call your momma
Im like Charlie Hooker girl
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama, what
With the boogie drama, yeah
With the boogie drama, oh yeah
Ridin around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama, yeah
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin the radio, ya look so fine
With the boogie drama, yeah
Well, Well, Well, boogie drama, oh baby
Lets get funky, thats my job
With the boogie drama, oh yeah
Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty-four, times twelve
With the boogie drama, oh yeah
Day in and day out
With the boogie drama, oh yeah
Lets get funky
Come on everybody
Well, with the boogie drama
With the boogie drama |
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12.Jul.2001 12:07:26 |
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