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A ha ha, that's right motherf**kers |
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I'm Back. |
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This is the true story about mackin |
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Check it |
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Times are changin' |
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Talk about it |
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More so each year, |
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But the Early Mornin' |
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Stoned Pimp is here. |
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So let it rain, and let the guitar rock |
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And if ya me yawn |
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Just drop that top |
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Come on... |
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Hey hey hey |
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Well well well well |
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Hey hey hey |
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Well well well well |
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And I be catchin' them northern pike |
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Like on a ten pound test |
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Success, never fess, take a guess |
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I be the early mornin' stoned pimp, |
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Straight limpin, |
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Boone's Farm drinkin, |
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At the party big booty pinchin' |
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Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin |
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With the million dollar talent |
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And the ten cent brain, |
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Been gone too long, too much cocaine, |
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But now that I'm back, on the block |
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I'm ready to rock |
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Left to right, all night |
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My game's tight, I wish you might |
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Take a bite |
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Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product |
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Fresh from the harvest |
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Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town |
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Top Dog get down |
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Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around |
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the world goin' Kid Rock crazy |
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Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, |
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Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch |
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I from the sticks biatch |
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Straight from the RO |
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"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch" |
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Ah, yes you are ho |
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So quit frontin' like ya don't know, |
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when I step straight into the party with my homeboy |
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Tino |
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"What's up?" |
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So get a good look bro |
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Get a good gander |
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I'm made in Detroit |
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but my name aint Stanzler |
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Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus |
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While you're lookin' really gay like f**kin' Billy Ray Cyrus |
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I'm the highest MC of all time |
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Got my mind on the D |
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And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see |
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Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV |
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I be |
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What they call an O-G bitch |
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I'm the motherf**kin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp |
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Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all |
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Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all |
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Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all |
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Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all |
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Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all |
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Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars |
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Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause |
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A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis |
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Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch |
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The purple furs and the gold trim glasses |
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I only bust the fat asses |
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And I don't be givin a f**k who da hell can rap better than me |
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Cause I'm a true f**kin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin, |
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Early mornin' stoned pimpin |
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I been down, been around, |
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From the bottom to the top |
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Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock |
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Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya |
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Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just f**k ya |
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With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit |
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Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp |
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Hey hey hey |
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Come on yo. |
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Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all |
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Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all |
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Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all |
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Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all |
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Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all |
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Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all |
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My name is Tino, you know |
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Baby let's get funky, |
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I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie |
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Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71 |
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To the crib of love |
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Gonna get us some, ladies |
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We keep em on a string ah |
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Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger |
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Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin' |
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How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban |
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I'm a natural born hoodlum |
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Not George Raft |
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One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph |
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So groove baby, groove baby call your mama |
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I'm like Charlie Hooker baby |
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I got the boogie drama |
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With the boogie drama |
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With the boogie drama |
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With the boogie drama |
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Ridin' around the neighborhood |
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Me and Kid Rock were up to no good |
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With the boogie drama |
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With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine |
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Playin' the radio ya look so fine |
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With the boogie drama |
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With the boogie drama |
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Let's get funky, that's my job |
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Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12 |
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Day in and day out |
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Let's get funky |
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Come on everybody |
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With the boogie drama |
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With the boogie drama |
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With the boogie drama |
