作词 : M. Gross/RJ Ritchie 作曲 : M. Gross/RJ Ritchie This is the true story about MackinCheck it, times are changin' Talk about it, more so each year But the early mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if ya hear me yawn, just drop that top Come on, girl, hey, hey, hey Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey Well well well well, well, come on, girl, yeah And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test Possess, never fess, take a guess, I be the early mornin' Stoned pimp, straight limpin', Boone's farm drinkin' At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon fillin' Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million dollar talent And the ten cent brain, been gone too long, too much ******* 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, uhh, radio won't play me But still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazyin' Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO, Kid Rock I ain't s no ***** Ahh, yes you are hoe, so quit frontin' like y'all don't know When I step straight into the party with my homeboy TinoWhat's up? so get a good look bro, get a good gander I'm made in Detroit, but my name ain't StanzlerSpreadin' like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' really gay Like ******' 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 IVI be, what they call an OG ******'m the ************' early mornin' stoned pimp Say what?One time for you 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 a 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 a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on MarsGot the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss A Lincoln Continental and a grand MarquisRag 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 ******' player and I mack like a real G H I J K L M N O PIs 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 rockSo ahh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just **** ya With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, **** I'm the early mornin' 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 a 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 in the air, let's rock y'all Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all I'm Joe C *****, let me get them damn tits I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn midget So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically blind I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong I can flow on like all night long Till the break of dawn, till the early morn I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin' Eighty 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, what? With the boogie drama, yeah With the boogie drama, ohh, yeah Ridin' around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie drama, yeah With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine Playin' the radio, ya look so fine With the boogie drama, yeah Well, well, well ohh, baby Let's get funky, that's my job Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty four, times twelve Day in and day out Well, with the boogie drama With the boogie drama
作词 : M. Gross/RJ Ritchie 作曲 : M. Gross/RJ Ritchie This is the true story about MackinCheck it, times are changin' Talk about it, more so each year But the early mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if ya hear me yawn, just drop that top Come on, girl, hey, hey, hey Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey Well well well well, well, come on, girl, yeah And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test Possess, never fess, take a guess, I be the early mornin' Stoned pimp, straight limpin', Boone's farm drinkin' At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon fillin' Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million dollar talent And the ten cent brain, been gone too long, too much ******* 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, uhh, radio won't play me But still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazyin' Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO, Kid Rock I ain't s no ***** Ahh, yes you are hoe, so quit frontin' like y'all don't know When I step straight into the party with my homeboy TinoWhat's up? so get a good look bro, get a good gander I'm made in Detroit, but my name ain't StanzlerSpreadin' like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' really gay Like ******' 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 IVI be, what they call an OG ******'m the ************' early mornin' stoned pimp Say what?One time for you 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 a 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 a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on MarsGot the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss A Lincoln Continental and a grand MarquisRag 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 ******' player and I mack like a real G H I J K L M N O PIs 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 rockSo ahh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just **** ya With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, **** I'm the early mornin' 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 a 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 in the air, let's rock y'all Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all I'm Joe C *****, let me get them damn tits I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn midget So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically blind I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong I can flow on like all night long Till the break of dawn, till the early morn I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin' Eighty 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, what? With the boogie drama, yeah With the boogie drama, ohh, yeah Ridin' around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie drama, yeah With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine Playin' the radio, ya look so fine With the boogie drama, yeah Well, well, well ohh, baby Let's get funky, that's my job Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty four, times twelve Day in and day out Well, with the boogie drama With the boogie drama
