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    Kid Rock

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Oooooooooooo ooooooo...Yeahhhhhh
    And while your out gang bangin
    Trying to catch a murder case
    Your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face
    Bumpin to the bass of some old school rap jam
    Say what?
    This aint tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand
    On any grown man that tries to check rock
    I wanna head bang, I gotta hip hop
    Cause I'm gonna stick with what got me paid
    Lickin that coochie with the high top fade
    I'm self made like Henry Ford
    I'm on this mic, but it feels like I been here before
    I want more than the next man
    Respect, plus the cash big checks
    And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
    Cause the reach around just sounds so gay
    I don't even swing that way
    I told you hoes before I'm the K
    I to the D R O C K'n, rhymes sayin, guitar playin
    Turntable spinnin at a basement jam
    No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
    What it's like to be so real
    You got the beats and the rhymes, but you ain't got no feel
    I don't need the fancy music to make mine
    Just the beat and the funky ass bass line
    Drop a couple cuts on the track
    A tracks to the mother fuckin wax
    So while your making record that don't recoup, huh
    I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop
    Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
    Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin
    Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
    Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
    Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
    Fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn
    Oooooooooo oooooooo...Yeaaaaaahhhhh
    All night long
    I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
    I want an order of fries with a side of grease
    I wish for peace throughout this land
    I want the whole fuckin world in my hands
    I want a band like the US Funk Mob
    See I can rap I don't hafta lay sod
    Just to make ends meet
    October thirty-first yellin Trick or Treat
    Boy aren't you a little old to be trickin
    You see my mask and bag bitch, I aint bullshittin
    Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
    I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob
    I'm the cradle that's able to rock any format
    But still I'm labeled and treated like a doormat
    Where's the whores at?
    Westside hoes like cars, so I ride em for a test drive
    I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft
    I got a new jingle, I'm about to go off
    Hey hoe, check it out
    I really like to turn you out
    And if you be good to me
    I'll yoodle in your valley
    Kid Rock ain't nothing nice
    Got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice
    Got a head full of lice cause I'm such a scum
    Got a pocket full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
    Got a business mind, so if I lose the funk,
    I'll still be in the house gettin paid like trump
    Hehe
    Yeeeaaah, Uh
    Yeeeaaah, Uh, Uh, Uh
    Yeeeaaah
    Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin
    Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
    Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
    Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
    Fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn
    Come on, come on
    Oooooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh
    Hahaha
    Come on, come on baby, all night long
    Fuck me baby, let it ride, let it ride
    Fuck me baby, oh yeah
    Come on, come on, come on, oh yeah
    Somebody
    Fuck me baby, oh yeah
    Love me baby, oh yeah
    Come on baby, (Oh Yeah), all night long, (Oh Yeah)
    Baby, come on, (Oh Yeah), fuck me baby, (Oh Yeah)
    Come on and do me daddy all night long, (Oh Yeah)
    Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah)
    Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah)
    Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah), All night long
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