Abdul Jabar Cut Lyrics - Kid Rock

Kid Rock Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast cover art
publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Robert J. Ritchie
release date: 1990-11-27
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Pop Rap
length: 4:30
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Kid Rock
guitar: Patricia Halligan
Kick on back to the rap I format
When its through what you do is just play it back
Rewind it

Find it
That's how I desinged it
And fellas if you see a big butt get behind it
And grind on it

I mean push and bump
Cause it's about time we made this party jump
Take a drink of your forty
And lets get naughty

Get on the floor and just move your body to the sound
I found and also developed
Lets trip don't sit, come on get the hell up
Look at the black man, now what'd up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut

Streets of Romeo
Mt. Clemens
All over

Now people always me and KDC
If we take this activity a seriously
I reply, with a sigh rather uniquely
And say does Donald Trump have a lotta money

Yes a stupid question, but I won't quote ya
'Cause I'm the Geraldo, Philmore, Oprah
I'm the K-I-D are-O-see-K
Down with Jive, RCA

Hey how could you judge me cause what I am
Be blind to my mind
And take a look and say **** him
Look at the black man, now what up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut

Okay... Yeah
Like I said
Top Dog
One, two, to the three
And we always come back for more

Kenny wears a low fade
Danny wears no fade
I wear the high fade
And we all get paid

Tryin' to blow my rap down the sink
But go ahead cause my rap's made of brick
And it sticks

And uplifts
At shows, it flows but never drifts
It's too swift and moves with quickness

Top Dog again and you say what is this
Its the under rated MC on top
The young six foot one Kid Rock
Look at the black man, now what's up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut

Okay... Yeah
Get down
Come back
The black man from New Jersey
Kid Rock
It's the crew right here

Now Patty keep it going with the guitar
Yeah, all you punk *** *****es
This is Kid Mother ****in Rock

The beast crew is in the house
All you suckers
This is a mother ****in party
You better ask somebody

So get your mother ****in hands up in the air
This ain't no joke
Yo this is the mother ****in east side
Detroit is in this mother ****er

Uh haha
Yo the black man
From parts unknown
Can you dig it

You *****
Yeah... Yeah
For the nineties... Hoe

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CD 1
  • 1 Yo-Da-Lin in the Valley
  • 2 Genuine Article
  • 3 Cramp Ya Style
  • 4 New York’s Not My Home
  • 5 Super Rhyme Maker
  • 6 With a One-Two
  • 7 Wax the Booty
  • 8 Pimp of the Nation
  • 9 Abdul Jabar Cut
  • 10 Step in Stride
  • 11 The Upside
  • 12 Style of X-Pression
  • 13 Trippin’ Over a Rock