Kid Rock - E.m.s.p.

 (versiyon 1)
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A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers 

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 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 



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 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 



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 

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














		
			



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