Kid Rock - I Got One For Ya Lyrics

Kid Rock - I Got One For Ya Video

Lit up like the 4th I'm a happy drunk come to pop your big momma 'Cause your

Daddy's drunk I want to pump pump pump it up like the Goodyear blimp make

You high for a dollar that's the way I pimp gold links and minks and shrimp

Dinners on the bayou them is all of the things that ain't gonna by you it's

Like one of them freak things hit it every kinda week things I got no love

I got no riches I don't roll vogues and I ain't got switches, I got no game,

I can't reward you, but if you want a long one, baby...

 

I got one for ya'

 

This is your shot

 

Uh-huh, check it

 

People always talkin' what they gonna do, they must want their face to maybe

Taste my shoe, I can't understand all the push and shove, and what the f*&%

Happened to the peace and love?, who planted that glove? Man I don't care I'm

Too busy running fingers through your momma's hair, I got no time for the

Fakes and the phonies, the crooks and the cops and the cronies, am I the only

One on my side? Test my pride and I bet you'd run and hide, you think I'm

Weak so your looking for the kill, but there's 16 shots in my 9 mil and

 

I got one for ya'

 

This is your shot

 

Jimmy a jimmy jimmy jimmy, I like that

 

 

Yeah, lay it down brother, oh well

 

Record companies stressin' that they all want hits, and yeah I'm bout it,

Bout it, so I make 'em like this, they say hey there boy all we need is

One song. Shorten up that hook, we don't need it that long. Don't wanna

Hear me cuss don't wanna hear me brag, so I'm grabbing on my thingy while I

Let my pants sag. Now a bit what I'm writin' what I'm doin', they say they

Like my records but they still boo-hooin', my joint's always tight, my rhymes

Will floor ya', hey fly you wanna hit money?

 

I got one for ya'- bite that ass

 

This is your shot

 

I got one for ya' -here it is

 

This is your shot-uh-huh

 

We got one for ya, baby, me and Kid Rock

 

I got one for ya', baby

 

Gonna rock and gonna roll and gonna rock and roll

 

I like that

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Kid Rock - 3 Sheets To The Wind (What's My Name) Lyrics

Kid Rock - 3 Sheets To The Wind (What's My Name) Video

I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick

I'm nothin but a funky country hick

But I still get down with a sound that pumps

And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump

Never been questioned by the F.B.I

Although I've tried every method just to get high

L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on

And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on

A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on

But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on

Down to the muther fuckin A.M.

As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem

No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name

 

Kid Rock Rock

Kid Rock Rock

Come On, Come On

What's My Name

Kid Rock Rock

Kid Rock Rock

Sing that shit

Kid Rock Rock

Kid Rock Rock

Uhh I said what's my name?

Kid Rock Rock

Kid Rock Rock

Now break it down like this

 

3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in

Half off the wagon with my feet draggin

Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim

Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock

I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo

And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you

Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo

And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho

So count my props you can't get with me

And fuck all u cops u ain't shit to me

But hoes with guns playin hard for fun

So stay off my dick because I ain't the one

For anyone tryin to bust

And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine

Now tell me what's my name

 

Kid Rock Rock

Kid Rock Rock

Come on bitch

What's my name

Kid Rock Rock

Kid Rock Rock

Come on, come on

Kid Rock Rock

Kid Rock Rock

Uhh I said what's my name

Kid Rock Rock

Kid Rock Rock

Kid Rock

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Kid Rock - Lay It On Me Lyrics

Kid Rock - Lay It On Me Video

Lay it on me

 

Cowboy baby, you know my credits

Don't ask if it's true, fuck it I said it

Regret it Never

Pimpin' Forever

Pull more hoe's than a free cash lever

So you better never, question the clever clever

I'll sever whatever go getter and turn em' redder than ever

You bet I'll wet her and leaving her making' to miss me

Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit City

71 supercharged big block hemi

Your El DeBarge I'm livin' more like Lemmy

B-B-B-Benny and The Jets is Hot

But you ain't never met a muthafucker like Kid Rock

And Twisted Brown Trucker's like a loaded gun

We're the band that other bands run from

Doing the backstage boogie is were you'll find me

If you want some of that, flash a pass, come back and

 

Lay it on me

(Baby you've got to) Lay it on me

Just lay it on me

(You gots to) Lay it on me

 

Now, people always saying I ain't living right

But it ain't my fault you misplaced your life

Replaced your wife with some two bit missy

Now she's getting fucked up in Detroit City

Tripping' with the hippies, bikers, thugs

Hit me with a Mickey, fast women and drugs

I love for 2 minutes, the third minute I'm gone

Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn

I'm making pancakes baby if you crack the eggs

You'll feel the Irish tornado if you spread your legs

No need to beg and don't trail behind me

Just step up front, little lady, and

 

Lay it on me

(Baby you've got to) lay it on me

Just lay it on me

(You've gots to) lay it on me

Hey, hey, hey

 

(Here we go... let's jam)

(And we gonna get loose now)

Uh-huh

 

We're coming, we're coming, we're coming...

Live from Detroit, it's Saturday night

Got the funky fresh rhymes, no need to bite

And to ya'll yee haws who thought I'd never rank

I'm going (ha-ha-ha-ha) all the way to the bank bitch

I got rich off of keeping it real

While you Radioheads are reinventing the wheel

Got critics all tripping off of I don't know what

While I'm sippin' King Louie not giving a fuck

Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews

But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes

Who can moan the blues, who can rock the rap

Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that

Black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers

From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Somers

Understand I want peace like Gandhi

But until that day, I'm a walk this way so

 

Lay it on me I'm talking all night long

Lay it on me Like a bang a gong

Lay it on me With AC/DC on

From Hells Bells to the next 9 songs

Lay it on me I can love you like that

Lay it on me I'd rather fuck to Foghat

Lay it on me I can make you shake

Slow ride it baby through the piano break

Come on

 

So step up front a little lady

(Lay it on me)

Come on, lay it on

(Lay it on me)

Got to lay it on

(Lay it on me)

Yeah, yeah...

 

You gotta 1, 2, 3... give it up!

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