Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Album

Artist(s): Kid Rock

Cover Art

Kid Rock Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro

length: 0:51

It ain't no party like a Detroit party,
'Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
I said it ain't no party like a Detroit party,
'Cause a Detroit party don't stop.

It ain't no party like a Detroit party,
'Cause a Detroit party don't stop.
I said it ain't no party like a Detroit party,
'Cause a Detroit party don't stop.

Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

length: 7:15
writer: Kid Rock, Tino Martin
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 here 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 limpi,
Boone's Farm drinkin
At the party big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villain, 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 *****"

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 ain't Stanzler

Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like ****in' 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 *****
I'm the **********in' 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 Grand Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's biatch

The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a **** who da hell can rap better than me
'Cause I'm a true ****in' 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 want to get your freak on, I'll just **** ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, ****

I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp
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

I'm Joe see *****
Let me get them digits
I might be a little small hoe
But I ain't no god damn midget

So stick it up your *** where the sun don't shine
I'm verticly challenged, your verticly blind
I'm 3 foot 9, it's 10 foot long
I'm gonna smack that *** after I pack this bong

I can flow on like all night long
'Til the break of dawn
'Til the early morn
I'm a thorn in your side

Can you feel me stickin
80 pills a day *****, I ain't bullshittin
So groove baby groove baby call your momma
I'm like Charlie Hooker girl

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
Well, Well, Well, baby
With the boogie drama

Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 to 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

Paid

length: 5:17
Oooooooo Yeahhhhhh
And while your out gang bangin
Tring to catch a murder case
Your hoes on my couch gettin ****ed in the face

Bumpin to the base of some old school rap jam
This ain't tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man that tries to check rock
I want to head bang, I gotta hip hop

'Cause I'm gonna stick with what got me paid
Lickin that coochie 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 the 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 are O see K'n, rhymes sayin, 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 the funky *** base line
Drop a couple cuts on the track
A tracks to the mother ****in wack
So while your making record that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop

Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin'
**** me baby, Kid Rock come **** me baby
**** me baby, **** me baby all night long
**** me baby, Kid Rock come **** me baby
**** me baby, **** me 'till the break of dawn

I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want an order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole ****in world in my hands

I want a band like the US Funk Mob
See I can rap I don't hafta lay sod, just to make ends meet
October 31st yellin Trick-or-Treat
Boy aren't you a little old to be trickin

You see my mask and bag *****, I ain't bullshittin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no ****in 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?
Westside 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 really like to turn you out
And if you be good to me,
I'll yoodle in your valley

Kid Rock ain't nothing nice
Got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice
Got 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
Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin'
**** me baby, Kid Rock come **** me baby

**** me baby, **** me baby all night long
**** me baby, Kid Rock come **** me baby
**** me baby, **** me til the break of dawn
Come on, come on, come on

Oooooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh
**** me baby...let it ride, let it ride
**** me baby come on, come on...somebody
**** me baby...oh yeah
Love me baby...oh yeah

Come on yeah, all night long
Baby, come on, **** me baby

Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long

I Wanna Go Back

length: 5:15
I want to go back
I want to go back
Uh 'cause 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 set
Comin' from a nice home now livin' in the projects

No regrets cause I learned a lot
And I earned a lot in the parking lot
Doin' dirt for the O.G's slangin' rock
They used to call me that little white kid

Who could rock on the two turntables
And that ain't 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
Dumb ditty dumb ditty ditty dumb dumb
Boom, boom, the bass went

On turntables ****in' it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin'
Open up your ears I'm tryin' to tell you somethin'
And give some love back to those that 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 wasn't in the club
Tom Whit and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
And I'm grateful for this

Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track

Sometimes I can't help but think, I want to Go Back
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I want to Go Back
I want to Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I want to Go Back...back in the time

I got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
And they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool *** mother

An my brother din dada
For the homies ain't here I still gotta lot of love
I want to go back, way back
And change things and bring y'all back

I'm pourin beer out for y'all
I'm singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings a lot 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
And sometimes I express my love through my anger

And I lost a lot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I ain't sayin that I'm wrong, but I still got love for you

'Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way ************s beast crew's in the party
To the right, to the left
Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef

And 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 want to Go Back...back in the time
I want to Go Back
I want to Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I want to Go Back...back in the time

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 seen that 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 and 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
Vince looked out and so did Lou
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot

Chuck D and Murph were the original three
And now Richard D and Kracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll through 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 tha me life a have now lives for two

Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I want to Go Back...back in the time
And that's where I'm at

I want to Go Back...go way back way back y'all
I want to Go Back...back in the time
Bring it down
Way
Hey

Let it ride, let it ride
Hey... Hey
Way back, way back y'all

Live

length: 2:54
performer: Esham

[Verse]
Let me hear you say "Kid Rocks up on the stage"
Hey slick, check it
I'm the Rock you know, I'm 'about to smoke it up
So I can rock a few old school disco cuts
I'm the Crisco slick, drinkin' Cisco, shit
I'm the ultimate
Yes the K, to the I to the D-D-D, R-O-C-C-K all motherfucking day
Far from strong, never steer you wrong
Got the nitrous tanks and the 4 foot bong
Uh, and I ain't bullshitting
Sucking motherfuckers with the game I'm spitting
And ain't a damn thing changed
Come on y'all and tell me, whats my name?
(Kid Rock, Rock)

I'm the pork-fried pimp with the hip and hop
But on the seven seas they call me Captain Rock
I had the Gucci 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 you all once I don't bang
But I lick more coochie than KD Lang
Uh, and you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body pop
That somebody, anybody, all you all scream
(Kid Rock, Rock)

Check it out yo
What I wanna do is break it down
And show you all a little something about where I come from
Show you some skills of how I used to rock basement parties
On the wheels of steel, back in the day in the Clem, y'all
Check it
(Kid Rock, Rock)
Turn up my table...

So what up, y'all?
It's nothing but a motherfucking party y'all
Break it down on your ass like this
It ain't no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
It ain't no party like a Detroit party
When your in the fuckin' house with Kid Rock

Detroit Thang

length: 6:25
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’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
Dont 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

Ya Keep On

length: 3:53
Pass that dang coat boy I'm back
My name ain't 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 **** with the Rock, I'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcee's
Ain't no love for the want to be's

So, hey ho don't call me Joe
'Cause the Joe's I know, can't 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 **********in' 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 ****
Wild 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 ain't no thing

Like a kid when I rap, rock when I'm singin'
I don't care who comes, but what the **** you bringin'
****, one time, one rhyme
'Cause I'm that **********in' ill one, with a steel ****
Hittin' you hoe's with the real ****

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 (?) *****, ain't a good place to wind up dead
'Cause I'm a real relevant, eleventh, type menace
But it ain't 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

Shotgun Blast

length: 2:32
Ahh, ****!
Kid Rock back in this **********in 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 ****in' 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 ladies
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 **********in' 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 **** holmes
Every time I get my gamble on
Yeah that's the way I like to do **** 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 ****

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

Freestyle Rhyme

length: 3:58
Kid 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 dont 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 dont 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 dont 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 dont 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 dont 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

Classic Rock

length: 2:43
Well guess whos back, with a big fat cock
Its 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
Dont 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 I’m back with the classic rock
You put my balls in your mouth, and you don’t stop
You put my balls in your mouth

My Name Is Rock

length: 4:30
Fly 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 (7x)

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 (7x)

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 (8x)
K-i-d’s the name

Where U at Rock

length: 5:09
I grew up a herding cattle, I got more rhymes than Harold one in Seattle. You
Want to battle with the Rock quick front, I'll spit on your *** and tell you
That you ain't nothin'. Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break south,
Take all of your money and tell you get the hell out. I'll put your head out
This is my night how you gonna snap with Rock when I got the mic?

I shot the sheriff and the deputy too, paid off the feds, now it's all ?bout
My crew, whatcha hoes want to do? One at a time or all at once I'll still roll
Through your whole crew. Like a southbound trucker, hauls ************s,
************s takes the law,and when you step with your anger, I'm like the
Robot from Lost In Space: "Danger"

I'll give you 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 here's the
Deal when I say clap your hands like a seal. Or better yet give respect where
It's earned, you'll eat me up and I'm like a hot pepper and you might get
Burned, you took a turn for the worse, walked up in my face, rolled away in a
Hearse. Now how you gonna front all night?, Kid Rock's in the house that's
Where I'm at...

Where you at Rock? Where you At? Over here, to the rear with your girl and the
40s of beer

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over there with the bad attitude ?cuz I just
Don't care

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Uh

Where you At Rock? Where you At? 1,2 and you don't stop, 3,4 and you don't quit,
1,2 and you don't stop

From the depths of hell to God's right hand side I'm what's left of the
Getting paid self-made pride. I step in stride, I'm raw as cowhide, my first
LP is still selling that ain't no jive, am I the chosen one? Some people
Ain't getting where I'm comin' from, or where I'm going to stand back, Kid
Rock's in the house that's where I'm at?

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over here, to the rear with your girl and the
40s of beer

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over there with the bad attitude ?cuz I just
Don't care

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Uh, uh

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Rock the house y'all

Come on

And I be the long-haired wizard with the lazy-eye, as all the ladies will
Tell you that I'm crazy fly, I'll step to the mic like a solider bro, I hate
To sound like a **** but I told you so, ho, old crow and a soul full of
Desperation, I'm rockin' on the mic with no consideration for your church or
Your family, [unknown] 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, like a tack from the
Back like a great white, I'm not down with the scappin' but I'm down for the
Gunfight, behind my back talking ****, but when I front your *** you want to
Act like a little *****, keep on and get your *** smacked, Kid Rock's in the
House that's where I'm at?

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over here, to the rear with your girl and the
40s of beer

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over there with the bad attitude ?cuz I just
Don't care

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over here, over here, uh, over here, uh, over
Here!

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over there with the bad attitude ?cuz I just
Don't care

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh

Over here, over here, uh, over here, uh, over here!

Over there with the bad attitude 'Cause I just don't care

Where you At Rock? Where you At?

Krack Rocks

length: 4:10
Who 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 dont stink, like eli's does
I'ma pleasure girls man from what i heard
Nah man, i kicked that bitch to the curb
I dont 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 dont 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 dont stop
I said It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party dont stop
It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party dont stop
I said It aint no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party dont stop

The Prodigal Son Returns

length: 3:17
P-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 dont 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

Black Chick, White Guy

length: 7:07
Black chick, white guy
Does it mean shit, maybe
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail
Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the eigth 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 bullshitin 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
Ninth grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tough 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 chick 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 even 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
Huh, 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 standiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Outro

length: 0:50
Oh, oh, and ya don't stop
Uhh, Uhh, yeah uh huh
It ain't no party like a Detriot party
'Cause a Detroit party don't stop

I said It ain't no party like a Detriot party
'Cause a Detroit party don't stop
Yeah
It ain't no party like a Detriot party

'Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said It ain't no party like a Detriot party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop