Check 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 here me yaaaawwwwn 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, Yeeeaaahhh
And I be catchin them northern pike Like on a ten pound test Posess, 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 hoe 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, Uh 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 aint's no bitch Ah, yes you are hoe So quit frontin like y'all 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 fuckin 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 bitch I'm the motherfuckin 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 Mars Got the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss 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 fuck who da hell can rap better than me Cause I'm a true fuckin' 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 So ah, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp Hahaha
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 up high, let's rock y'all Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
[Joe C] I'm Joe C bitch 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 ass where the sun don't shine I'm vertically challenged, your 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 bitch, I ain't bullshittin So groove baby groove baby call your momma I'm like John Lee Hooker girl
I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama, what With the boogie drama, yeah With the boogie drama, oh 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, boogie drama, oh baby Let's get funky, that's my job With the boogie drama, oh yeah Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty-four, times twelve With the boogie drama, oh yeah Day in and day out With the boogie drama, oh yeah Let's get funky Come on everybody Well, with the boogie drama With the boogie dramaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
