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And while you're out gang bangin' Tryin' 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 ain't 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 you're makin' record that don't recoup I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop
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 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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/paid-lyrics-kid-rock.html ] 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 ain't 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 nothin' nice Got the salt 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
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
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