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  • 作词 : Ritchie
    A ha ha, that's right *************
    I'm Back.
    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 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 limpin,
    Boone's Farm drinkin,
    At the party big booty pinchin'
    Chillin, like a villian, 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 *******,
    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 aint Stanzler
    Spreadin' 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 IV
    I be
    What they call an O-G *****
    I'm the ************' 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 Gran Marquis
    Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's *****
    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-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 wanna get your freak on, I'll just **** ya
    With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, ****
    Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp
    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
    My name is Tino, you know
    Baby let's get funky,
    I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie
    Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71
    To the crib of love
    Gonna get us some, ladies
    We keep em on a string ah
    Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger
    Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'
    How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban
    I'm a natural born hoodlum
    Not George Raft
    One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph
    So groove baby, groove baby call your mama
    I'm like Charlie Hooker baby
    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
    With the boogie drama
    Let's get funky, that's my job
    Punchin' 9 ta 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
  • 作词 : Ritchie
    A ha ha, that's right *************
    I'm Back.
    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 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 limpin,
    Boone's Farm drinkin,
    At the party big booty pinchin'
    Chillin, like a villian, 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 *******,
    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 aint Stanzler
    Spreadin' 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 IV
    I be
    What they call an O-G *****
    I'm the ************' 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 Gran Marquis
    Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's *****
    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-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 wanna get your freak on, I'll just **** ya
    With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, ****
    Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp
    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
    My name is Tino, you know
    Baby let's get funky,
    I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie
    Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71
    To the crib of love
    Gonna get us some, ladies
    We keep em on a string ah
    Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger
    Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'
    How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban
    I'm a natural born hoodlum
    Not George Raft
    One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph
    So groove baby, groove baby call your mama
    I'm like Charlie Hooker baby
    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
    With the boogie drama
    Let's get funky, that's my job
    Punchin' 9 ta 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