Текст песни Kid Rock - Early Mornin` Stoned Pimp
Kid Rock - Early Mornin` Stoned Pimp слова песни
This is the true story about mackinCheck itTimes are changin`Talk about itMore so each year,But the Early Mornin`Stoned Pimp is hereSo let it rain, and let the guitar rockAnd if ya here me yawnJust drop that topCome onHey hey heyWell well well wellHey hey heyWell well well wellAnd I be catchin` them northern pikeLike on a ten pound testSuccess, never fess, take a guessI be the early mornin` stoned pimpStraight limpi,Boone`s Farm drinkinAt the party big booty pinchin`Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillinWhack MC killin, the fine ho drillinWith the million dollar talentAnd the ten cent brain,Been gone too long, too much cocaine,But now that I`m back, on the blockI`m ready to rockLeft to right, all nightMy game`s tight, I wish you mightTake a biteOut of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic productFresh from the harvestWho`ll be the largest, hardest smartest label in townTop Dog get downRadio won`t play me, but still I got the kids aroundThe world goin` Kid Rock crazyWicked witches be flyin` on broomsticksKid Rock be comin` with the boom boom boom biatchI from the sticks biatchStraight from the RO"Kid Rock I ain`ts no bitch"Ah, yes you are hoSo 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 broGet a good ganderI`m made in Detroitbut my name aint StanzlerSpreadin` like a cancer, a virusWhile you`re lookin` really gay like fuckin` Billy Ray CyrusI`m the highest MC of all timeGot my mind on the DAnd the D on my mindAnd the line gets drawn when my eyes can`t seeHit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IVI be, what they call an O-G bitchI`m the motherfuckin` Early Mornin` Stoned PimpNow throw your hands in the air and let`s rock y`allJust throw your hands up high, hip hop y`allJust throw your hands in the air and let`s rock y`allBecause the Detroit party don`t stop y`allJust throw your hands up high, let`s rock y`allJust throw your hands side to side, hip hop y`allJust throw your hands up high, let`s rock y`allBecause the Kid Rock party don`t stop y`allNow I`m the self made mack on a mountain on MarsGot the money green cut it with the high roll clauseA Lincoln Continental and a Grand MarquisRag top, drop down, rollin` on chrome D`s biatchThe purple furs and the gold trim glassesI only bust the fat assesAnd I don`t be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than meCause I`m a true fuckin` player and I mack like a real GH-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpinEarly mornin` stoned pimpinI been down, been around>From the bottom to the topPartyin` down with the slimmies in the cities that I rockOoh baby, baby, baby let me love yaOr if you wanna get your freak on, I`ll just fuck yaWith the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shitI`m the Early Morning Stoned PimpHey hey heyCome on yoNow throw your hands in the air and let`s rock y`allJust throw your hands up high, hip hop y`allJust throw your hands in the air and let`s rock y`allBecause the Detroit party don`t stop y`allJust throw your hands up high, let`s rock y`allJust throw your hands side to side, hip hop y`allJust throw your hands up high, let`s rock y`allBecause the Kid Rock party don`t stop y`allI`m Joe C bitchLet me get them digitsI might be a little small hoeBut I aint no god damn midgetSo stick it up your ass where the sun don`t shineI`m verticly challenged, your verticly blindI`m 3 foot 9, it`s 10 foot longI`m gonna smack that ass after I pack this bongI can flow on like all night longTill the break of dawnTill the early mornI`m a thorn in your sideCan you feel me stickin80 pills a day bitch, I aint bullshittinSo groove baby groove baby call your mommaI`m like Charlie Hooker girlI got the boogie dramaWith the boogie dramaWith the boogie dramaWith the boogie dramaRidin` around the neighborhoodMe and Kid Rock were up to no goodWith the boogie dramaWith your leather miniskirt and we got some winePlayin` the radio ya look so fineWith the boogie dramaWell, Well, Well, babyWith the boogie dramaLet`s get funky, that`s my jobPunchin` 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12Day in and day outLet`s get funkyCome on everybodyWith the boogie dramaWith the boogie dramaWith the boogie drama