Bawitdaba, da bang, da dang diggy diggy, diggy, said the boogie, said up jump the boogie
My name is kid
Kid rock!
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy
Shake the boogie said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy
Shake the boogie said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy
Shake the boogie said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy
Shake the boogie said up jump the boogie
And this is for the questions that don't have an answer
The midnight glances
And the topless dancers
The can of freaks
Cars packed with speakers
The g's with the forty's
And the chicks with beepers
The northern lights
And the southern comfort
And it don't even matter if your veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cities
And all my heroes at the methodone 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 a fifth of stress
All the hookers that are tricking 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
Shake the boogie said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy
Shake the boogie said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy
Shake the boogie said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy
Shake the boogie said up jump the boogie
For the time bombs clicking and the heads they hang
All the gangs gettin' money and the heads they bang, bang
Wild mustangs
The porno flicks
All my homies in the county in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And to 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
Shake the boogie said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy
Shake the boogie said up jump the boogie
Kid Rock - Devil Without a Cause Album Lyrics
Kid Rock - Devil Without a Cause Lyrics
Writer: Jason Edward Krause, David James Parker, Robert J. Ritchie, Sylvia Robinson, Matthew L. Shafer
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Cowboy
Cowboy, cowboy
Well, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' 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'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa 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 get tossed outta bars
Zip to Tijuana
I wanna roam
Find Motown, tell them fools to 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 headed out west, sucker because I want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's wine) I want to 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, 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 weed, 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 Californi-A know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's Wine) I want to 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 women with a bottle of Beck's
Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah, this fits right in yo'"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'ma paint his town red, then paint his wife white
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find west-coast pussy for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they want to pick on me?
Lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't 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 (radio edit)
I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' 'til I fall in the ocean
(Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(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 shinin'
(Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(Cowboy) Hollywood and Vine-in'
Well, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' 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'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa 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 get tossed outta bars
Zip to Tijuana
I wanna roam
Find Motown, tell them fools to 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 headed out west, sucker because I want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's wine) I want to 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, 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 weed, 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 Californi-A know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's Wine) I want to 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 women with a bottle of Beck's
Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah, this fits right in yo'"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'ma paint his town red, then paint his wife white
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find west-coast pussy for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they want to pick on me?
Lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't 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 (radio edit)
I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' 'til I fall in the ocean
(Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(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 shinin'
(Cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(Cowboy) Hollywood and Vine-in'
Writer: James Kenneth Trombly, John A. Travis, Matthew L. Shafer, Robert J. Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Devil Without A Cause
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
Uh, I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin'
People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'ma 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 f*ck 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 motherf*cker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I ain't no ho, f*ck the radio, comin' from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sold off twelve gauges
Up that ass for the nine-eight, nine-eight
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 the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking, I'm f*ck-f*ck-f*cking your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top-Dog I'm the CEO
Role model, your mother-f*cking 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 in Top Dog coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with AKs straight from the Chinese
What the f*ck'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 f*cks with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum, I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum, devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Yeah, we come to party, so get down everybody (come on)
Yeah, we come to party
I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and seven hundred-dollar dinners
From hangin' with sinners and secondhand 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 put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass, hoss, I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime bin and left to rot
Used to call me funny when my nose was f*cking runny
Now my f*ckin' bunnies gettin' f*ckin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherf*ckers want to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down I never seen 'em 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 two cribs, drop-top, and jacuzzi
No more floozies, 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 twenty-four 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
I already did what most love to shout
Seven 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 your test of time
I'm going platinum, I'm going platinum
Oh, I'm going platinum, we're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Devil, devil, devil, devil
Straight out of the streets of Taylor
Three-foot high, ready to get fly
Joe C
I'm the J-O-E to the C, ho
Call me Joe C, got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak, ho, 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 glass
Old as piss, but small as ass
Watch me cash, smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
High-ass voice, like Aaron Neville
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
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
Uh, I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin'
People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'ma 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 f*ck 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 motherf*cker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I ain't no ho, f*ck the radio, comin' from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sold off twelve gauges
Up that ass for the nine-eight, nine-eight
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 the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking, I'm f*ck-f*ck-f*cking your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top-Dog I'm the CEO
Role model, your mother-f*cking 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 in Top Dog coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with AKs straight from the Chinese
What the f*ck'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 f*cks with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum, I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum, devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Yeah, we come to party, so get down everybody (come on)
Yeah, we come to party
I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and seven hundred-dollar dinners
From hangin' with sinners and secondhand 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 put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass, hoss, I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime bin and left to rot
Used to call me funny when my nose was f*cking runny
Now my f*ckin' bunnies gettin' f*ckin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherf*ckers want to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down I never seen 'em 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 two cribs, drop-top, and jacuzzi
No more floozies, 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 twenty-four 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
I already did what most love to shout
Seven 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 your test of time
I'm going platinum, I'm going platinum
Oh, I'm going platinum, we're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Devil, devil, devil, devil
Straight out of the streets of Taylor
Three-foot high, ready to get fly
Joe C
I'm the J-O-E to the C, ho
Call me Joe C, got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak, ho, 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 glass
Old as piss, but small as ass
Watch me cash, smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
High-ass voice, like Aaron Neville
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
Writer: Jalil Hutchins, Kenny Olson, Lawrence Smith, Matt Shaffer, Robert J. Ritchie, Todd Anthony Shaw
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
I Am The Bullgod
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 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 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 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'
I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm forsaken yeah
I 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 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
Writer: R.J. RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Roving Gangster (Rollin')
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 broke 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 f*ck I be
I'm still the (I'm still body rockin' DP MC)
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 revin'
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 grateful, hateful, little son of a G
I'm a deadhead runnin' from the D-P-D
Got soul you're plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a bowl, 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 ro-o-o-llin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun
Days roll by they roll too fast
I said days roll by I watch them pass
Yeah you want to roll with Rock
And party with the crews that just don't stop uh huh
Rolllin'
You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
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 broke 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 f*ck I be
I'm still the (I'm still body rockin' DP MC)
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 revin'
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 grateful, hateful, little son of a G
I'm a deadhead runnin' from the D-P-D
Got soul you're plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a bowl, 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 ro-o-o-llin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun
Days roll by they roll too fast
I said days roll by I watch them pass
Yeah you want to roll with Rock
And party with the crews that just don't stop uh huh
Rolllin'
You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Writer: MARK MORALES, ANDREW NEBRA, BOB RITCHIE, DARREN ROBINSON, MATT SHAFFER, DAMON YUL WIMBLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wasting Time
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 fifteen Heinekins
I'm not born again but if I was
I'd ask to come back with a little more love
Puffin the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a let you know
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 fifteen Heinekins
I'm not born again but if I was
I'd ask to come back with a little more love
Puffin the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a 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 motherf*cking songs to hit
A little bit of love that's all I need
A little inspiration and 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
Hooold-up wait a minute I'm about to flow
Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow
Puffin the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a 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
Come on
Uh...Uh...Owwww
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, f*ck 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 the Winston, drinkin' a four-oh
Kid Rock and I'm a 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
Writer: LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM, BOB RITCHIE, MATT SHAFFER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Welcome 2 the Party (Ode 2 the Old School)
It ain't nothing but a party here
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
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 T-N-T 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 MC's like piranhas
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 around like a ballerina
I roll through towns and I rock arenas
I may seem a little under age
But at least I am not under paid
I'm one of a 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
The one two three the three two one
Don't stop me now 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
But 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
Uh, 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 Kognack
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that seems all that classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my
It ain't nothing but a party here
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"
Hey Grandmaster 5 that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that f*ckin' 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 Ku-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*cked 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*cked 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
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
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 T-N-T 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 MC's like piranhas
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 around like a ballerina
I roll through towns and I rock arenas
I may seem a little under age
But at least I am not under paid
I'm one of a 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
The one two three the three two one
Don't stop me now 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
But 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
Uh, 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 Kognack
I'm all of that and a bag of chips
I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that seems all that classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my
It ain't nothing but a party here
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"
Hey Grandmaster 5 that old school shit's fresh
But uh let's rock some of that f*ckin' 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 Ku-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*cked 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*cked 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
Writer: LAMONT HERBERT DOZIER, BRIAN HOLLAND, EDDIE HOLLAND, ROBERT J. RITCHIE, MATT SHAFFER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Got One For Ya
Lit up like the Fourth, I'm a happy drunk
Come to poppa big momma cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Thems are things that I ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak things
Hit it once maybe every couple 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 ya
But if you want a long one baby
Come to poppa big momma cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
Make ya hollar for a dollar that's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Thems are things that I ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak things
Hit it once maybe every couple 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 ya
But if you want a long one baby
I got one for ya this is your shot
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*ck's happened to the peace and love
Who planted that glove man, I don't care
I'm too busy runnin fingers through your momma's hair
I got no time for the fakes and phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side
Test my pride I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you're lookin for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my nine-milimil
I got one for ya, uh huh this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
Jimmy Jimmy...Ji-ah Jimmy Jimmy
I Like that
Yeah...lay it down brother
Lay it down with me baby
Hu Hoooooo Hooo
Lay it down with me baby
Ha Ha
This is your chance
Record companies stressing cause they all want hits
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 want to hear me cuss, don't want to hear me brag
So I'm grabbin on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never thinkin what I'm writin just writin what I'm doin
They say they like my record but they're still boo-hooin'
My joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya
Hey slime you wanna hit money...hahaha
I got one for ya
Bet that ass
This is your shot
Uh huh, Uh huh
I got one for ya
Here it is
This is your shot
Uh
We got one for ya babe, me and Kid Rock
We got one for ya babe, me and Kid Rock
Hey hey
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
Me and Kid Rock we gonna rock and gonna roll
We gonna rock, gonna roll, gonna rock & roll
Gonna rock, gonna roll, we gonna rock around
Ha Hiiiiiiiii Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
I like that
Writer: KENNY OLSON, ROBERT J RITCHIE, MATTHEW SHAFER, JOHN TRAVIS, JERRY WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
Somebodys Gotta Feel This
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
Living in sin and it's a beautiful thing
I wanna twang like Hank, rock like Run
Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so
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
Living in sin and it's a beautiful thing
I wanna twang like Hank, rock like Run
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 chasing bunnies like a dummy overlooking my rent
And spent every red cent puttin hickeys on his bed
He's rocking dickie sippin lickie slippin honey pop that deady steady
Looking 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 making money and it's funny to me
Trying to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me
Cause it ain't nothing 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 on
Writer: KENNY OLSON, ROBERT J RITCHIE, MATTHEW SHAFER, JOHN TRAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fist Of Rage
Gotta make this money and I make this money
This money is me this money is everything I do and see
Who you to judge me
Just let me be and let me breathe
I see this whole world headin for damn nation and I'm ready to leave
I can't believe, this whole world twisted me
You f*ckin biggots, you fakes, you wannabe's
I see the future and it's lookin grim
A lake of fire lookin like a long trip
This money is me this money is everything I do and see
Who you to judge me
Just let me be and let me breathe
I see this whole world headin for damn nation and I'm ready to leave
I can't believe, this whole world twisted me
You f*ckin biggots, you fakes, you wannabe's
I see the future and it's lookin grim
A lake of fire lookin 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
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 the tricks
And the sicko's 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 it 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
Uh...Yeah
Come on...Uh
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, 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*cked
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
Writer: JOHN A. TRAVIS, MATTHEW SHAFER, R.J. RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Only God Knows Why
I've been sittin' here trying to find myself
I get behind myself I need to rewind myself
Looking for the payback listening 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 younger son and it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills that helps to ease the pain
I made a couple of dollare bills still I feel the same
Everybody knows my name they say it way out loud
A lot of folks f*ck with me it's hard to hang out in a croud
I guess that's the price you pay to be some big shot like I am
Out stretched hands and one night stands
Still I can't find love
And when the walls are tumbling down
I will always be around
Yeah
And when the walls are 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 I've been through
It's been so long since I've been home
I've been gone, I've been gone way too long
Maybe I've forgotten all the things I miss
Oh, somehow I know there is more to life than this
I've said it too many times and I still stand firm
You get what you put in and people get what the deserve
Still I ain't seen mine, no I ain't seen mine
I've been given but just ain't gettin' I've been walkin' that thin 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, why
Only God knows why
Take it to the river, hey
Take me to the river, hey
I get behind myself I need to rewind myself
Looking for the payback listening 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 younger son and it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills that helps to ease the pain
I made a couple of dollare bills still I feel the same
Everybody knows my name they say it way out loud
A lot of folks f*ck with me it's hard to hang out in a croud
I guess that's the price you pay to be some big shot like I am
Out stretched hands and one night stands
Still I can't find love
And when the walls are tumbling down
I will always be around
Yeah
And when the walls are 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 I've been through
It's been so long since I've been home
I've been gone, I've been gone way too long
Maybe I've forgotten all the things I miss
Oh, somehow I know there is more to life than this
I've said it too many times and I still stand firm
You get what you put in and people get what the deserve
Still I ain't seen mine, no I ain't seen mine
I've been given but just ain't gettin' I've been walkin' that thin 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, why
Only God knows why
Take it to the river, hey
Take me to the river, hey
Writer: JOHN A. TRAVIS, MATTHEW SHAFER, R.J. RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Fuck Off
A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu- pu - f*cking 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 f*ck with me
You don't be f*cking with the blue eye
F*cking with my 2-5 hope your f*cking 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 f*cking up your city and we're f*cking up your program
F*cking all your bitches we don't f*cking give a god damn
Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
We won't quit until we're banned from existence
Persistence pays if that holds true
Then I'm a buy this f*cking planet before the time I'm through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no faking
So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm taking
I'm shaking like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
You act like a motherf*cker's new at this shit
But I've been true to this shit given my heart and soul
Been shining like a diamond but gettin passed as coal
So F*ck Off
Yeah
With my pants half hanging 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 cocking
The K the I the D R O C K motherf*cker 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 Senna 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 dreaming 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 f*ck with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
F*cked 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
F*ck Off
Yeah right in your mother f*cking 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 f*ckers 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 f*ckers
Who hate the world as much as each other
And I ain't leaving this party tonight
Till I see some naked bitches dancing around drunk touching 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 f*ck
So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms
Cause I'm f*cking the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
Cause you know I'm losing 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
F*ck Off
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 f*ck with me
You don't be f*cking with the blue eye
F*cking with my 2-5 hope your f*cking 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 f*cking up your city and we're f*cking up your program
F*cking all your bitches we don't f*cking give a god damn
Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
We won't quit until we're banned from existence
Persistence pays if that holds true
Then I'm a buy this f*cking planet before the time I'm through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no faking
So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm taking
I'm shaking like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
You act like a motherf*cker's new at this shit
But I've been true to this shit given my heart and soul
Been shining like a diamond but gettin passed as coal
So F*ck Off
Yeah
With my pants half hanging 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 cocking
The K the I the D R O C K motherf*cker 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 Senna 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 dreaming 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 f*ck with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
F*cked 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
F*ck Off
Yeah right in your mother f*cking 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 f*ckers 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 f*ckers
Who hate the world as much as each other
And I ain't leaving this party tonight
Till I see some naked bitches dancing around drunk touching 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 f*ck
So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms
Cause I'm f*cking the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
Cause you know I'm losing 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
F*ck Off
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Where U At Rock
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 f*ckers take shorts mother f*ckers 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
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 f*ckers take shorts mother f*ckers 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
Writer: R.J. RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Black Chick White Guy
Black 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 f*ckin'
All the time you know kids habit's
Every single day f*ckin' like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and f*ckin' all night see
F*ckin' 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 f*cked 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 f*ck 'em they don't know the half of it
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 f*ckin'
All the time you know kids habit's
Every single day f*ckin' like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and f*ckin' all night see
F*ckin' 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 f*cked 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 f*ck '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 f*cker 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
F*ck '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 f*ckin' 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 f*cked 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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'
Writer: R.J. RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Devil Without a Cause is the fourth studio album by American musician Kid Rock. Released on August 18, 1998, the album saw Kid Rock continuing to develop his sound, and marked the finalization of his stage persona as a 'redneck pimp'. Additionally, the song "Cowboy" is seen as being instrumental in the development of the fusion genre country rap.
Devil Without a Cause was a major commercial success. Spurred by the popularity of the single "Bawitdaba", the album sold over 14 million copies, and was certified diamond. The album also received critical acclaim for its genre-mixing sound.
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Kid RockDevil Without a Cause was a major commercial success. Spurred by the popularity of the single "Bawitdaba", the album sold over 14 million copies, and was certified diamond. The album also received critical acclaim for its genre-mixing sound.
Genre(s): Rap rock, rap metal, nu metal, hard rock
Producer(s): Kid Rock, John Travis
Length: 71:12
Released: August 18th, 1998
Year: 1998