Текст песни Kid Rock - Paid
Kid Rock - Paid слова песни
Текст песни Kid Rock - Paid
Oooooooooooo ooooooo...YeahhhhhhAnd while your out gang banginTrying to catch a murder caseYour hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the faceBumpin to the bass of some old school rap jamSay what?This aint tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand( )On any grown man that tries to check rockI wanna head bang, I gotta hip hopCause I'm gonna stick with what got me paidLickin that coochie with the high top fadeI'm self made like Henry FordI'm on this mic, but it feels like I been here beforeI want more than the next manRespect, plus the cash big checksAnd mack on hoes like Rudy RayCause the reach around just sounds so gayI dont even swing that wayI told you hoes before I'm the KI to the D R O C K'n, rhymes sayin, guitar playinTurntable spinnin at a basement jamNo fame, no money, but you wouldn't understandWhat it's like to be so realYou got the beats and the rhymes, but you ain't got no feelI dont need the fancy music to make mineJust the beat and the funky ass bass lineDrop a couple cuts on the trackA tracks to the mother fuckin waxSo while your making record that dont recoup, huhI'm in the house gettin paid like SnoopYeah, Yeah, YeahKid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayinFuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me babyFuck me baby, fuck me baby all night longFuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me babyFuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawnOooooooooo oooooooo...YeaaaaaahhhhhAll night longI want my khakis washed, starched, and creased I want an order of fries with a side of greaseI wish for peace throughout this landI want the whole fuckin world in my handsI want a band like the US Funk MobSee I can rap I don't hafta lay sodJust to make ends meetOctober thirty-first yellin Trick or TreatBoy aren't you a little old to be trickinYou see my mask and bag bitch, I aint bullshittinHittin homeruns like Rusty StaubI'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slobI'm the cradle that's able to rock any formatBut still I'm labeled and treated like a doormatWhere's the whores at?Westside hoes like cars, so I ride em for a test driveI'm like a pringle, I wont go softI got a new jingle, I'm about to go offHey hoe, check it outI really like to turn you outAnd if you be good to meI'll yoodle in your valleyKid Rock ain't nothing niceGot the salt and pork boomin with the beans and riceGot a head full of lice cause I'm such a scum