E.M.S.P. Lyrics
| Song | E.M.S.P. |
| Artist | Kid Rock |
| Album | Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ritchie | |
| A ha ha, that's right motherf**kers | |
| 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 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 bitch" | |
| 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 f**kin' 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 motherf**kin' 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 bitch | |
| The purple furs and the gold trim glasses | |
| I only bust the fat asses | |
| And I don't be givin a f**k who da hell can rap better than me | |
| Cause I'm a true f**kin' 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 f**k ya | |
| With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Ritchie | |
| A ha ha, that' s right motherf kers | |
| 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 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 bitch" | |
| 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 f kin' 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 OG bitch | |
| I' m the motherf kin' 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 bitch | |
| The purple furs and the gold trim glasses | |
| I only bust the fat asses | |
| And I don' t be givin a f k who da hell can rap better than me | |
| Cause I' m a true f kin' player and I mack like a real G HIJK, LMNOP 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 f k ya | |
| With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit | |
| Im the Early Morning Stoned Piimp | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Ritchie | |
| A ha ha, that' s right motherf kers | |
| 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 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 bitch" | |
| 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 f kin' 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 OG bitch | |
| I' m the motherf kin' 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 bitch | |
| The purple furs and the gold trim glasses | |
| I only bust the fat asses | |
| And I don' t be givin a f k who da hell can rap better than me | |
| Cause I' m a true f kin' player and I mack like a real G HIJK, LMNOP 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 f k ya | |
| With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit | |
| Im the Early Morning Stoned Piimp | |
| 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 |
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