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This is the true story about |
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MackinCheck it, times are changin' |
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Talk about it, more so each year |
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But the early mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah |
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So let it rain, and let the guitar rock |
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And if ya hear me yawn, just drop that top |
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Come on, girl, hey, hey, hey |
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Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey |
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Well well well well, well, come on, girl, yeah |
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And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test |
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Possess, never fess, take a guess, |
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I be the early mornin' |
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Stoned pimp, straight limpin', |
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Boone's farm drinkin' |
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At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon fillin' |
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Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million dollar talent |
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And the ten cent brain, been gone too long, too much cocaine |
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But now that |
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I'm back, on the block, |
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I'm ready to rock |
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Left to right, all night, my game's tight, |
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I wish you might |
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Take a bite, out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product |
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Fresh from the harvest, who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest |
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Label in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio won't play me |
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But still |
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I got the kids around the world goin' |
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Kid Rock crazyin' |
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Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, |
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Kid Rock be comin' |
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With the boom, boom, boom biatch, |
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I from the sticks biatch |
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Straight from the |
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RO, Kid Rock |
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I ain't s no bitch |
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Ahh, yes you are hoe, so quit frontin' like y'all don't know |
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When I step straight into the party with my homeboy |
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TinoWhat's up? so get a good look bro, get a good gander |
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I'm made in |
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Detroit, but my name ain't |
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StanzlerSpreadin' like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' really gay |
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Like fuckin' |
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Billy Ray |
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Cyrus, I'm the highest |
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MC of all time |
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Got my mind on the |
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D and the |
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D on my mind |
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And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see |
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Hit me twice with the tussin' and the morphine |
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IVI be, what they call an |
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OG bitchI'm the motherfuckin' early mornin' stoned pimp |
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Say what?One time for you |
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Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all |
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Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all |
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Because a |
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Detroit party don't stop y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all |
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Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all |
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Because a |
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Kid Rock party don't stop y'all |
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Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on |
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MarsGot the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss |
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A Lincoln |
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Continental and a grand |
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MarquisRag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome |
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D's biatch |
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The purple furs and the gold trim glasses |
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I only bust the fat asses, and |
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I don't be givin' a fuck |
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Who da hell can rap better than me, 'cause |
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I'm a true |
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Fuckin' player and |
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I mack like a real |
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G H I J K |
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L M N O PIs for pimpin', early mornin' stoned pimpin' |
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I been down, been around |
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From the bottom to the top |
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Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that |
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I rockSo ahh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya |
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Or if you wanna get your freak on, |
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I'll just fuck ya |
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With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, shit |
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I'm the early mornin' stoned pimp |
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Hey, hey, hey come on yo |
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Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all |
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Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all |
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Because a |
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Detroit party don't stop y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all |
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Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all |
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Just throw your hands in the air, let's rock y'all |
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Because a |
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Kid Rock party don't stop y'all |
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I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them damn tits |
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I might be a little small hoe but |
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I ain't no goddamn midget |
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So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine |
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I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically blind |
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I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long |
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I'm gonna smack that ass after |
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I pack this bong |
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I can flow on like all night long |
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Till the break of dawn, till the early morn |
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I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin' |
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Eighty pills a day bitch, |
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I ain't bullshittin' |
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So groove baby, groove baby call your momma |
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I'm like Charlie hooker girl |
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I got the boogie drama |
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With the boogie drama, what? |
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With the boogie drama, yeah |
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With the boogie drama, ohh, yeah |
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Ridin' around the neighborhood |
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Me and Kid |
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Rock were up to no good |
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With the boogie drama, yeah |
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With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine |
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Playin' the radio, ya look so fine |
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With the boogie drama, yeah |
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Well, well, well ohh, baby |
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Let's get funky, that's my job |
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Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty four, times twelve |
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Day in and day out |
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Well, with the boogie drama |
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With the boogie drama |
