Kid Rock

[fox69]

"New Orleans"

"New Orleans"


Come on
I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
I'm goin' down to New Orleans and leavin' all of this behind
Headin' south from Detroit
I got Cajun cookin' on my mind
When I get to New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
Yeah in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
I'll be high 10 Rollin' till the early morning break daylight

A jambalaya and a crawfish pie gonna start my day
But when the sun goes down we gonna "bon temps roulez"
Hey

I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
I'm goin' down to New Orleans where the stars on the sidewalk shine
Burnin' through Mississippi with the Big Easy on my mind

When I get to New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
Yeah in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
And I'm gonna party like the devil if the Neville brothers play tonight

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie gonna make my day
Down on the Bayou singing Hey Pocky Way

I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
Down in New Orleans good peoples they's hard to find
I bet he's making gumbo and drinkin' homemade wine
A jukebox shakin' and breakin' down in New Orleans
I'll be the highest hillbilly that Bourbon Street has ever seen
Oh yeah, yeah

I'm goin' down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine
I'm goin' down to New Orleans and leavin' all of this behind
If the good Lord's willing and the rivers don't start to rise

And when I get to New Orleans someone's gonna treat me right
Said in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right
All the cats in the cradle gonna rock this kid tonight
Oh hey

A jukebox shakin' and breakin' down in New Orleans
And if you're payin' for fun a french quarters really all you need

I'm going Down to New Orleans
Down to New Orleans
[Repeat]
Going down, down
Down, down tonight
[Repeat]

 

[fox69]

"New York's Not My Home"

"New York's Not My Home"



Burnin
Oh no, oh no, here we go now
Oh no, oh no, here we go now
Oh no, oh no, here we go now
Oh no...

Went to New York to cut my first LP
Ridin down Broadway in a taxi
Hang a right at 25th
Just a little too swift, jo'
Let me out, I'm gonna walk from here on
Heres four bucks you drive like a moron
Lost in the apple and I'm all alone

Cause New York's Not My Home

In the village just illin with a forty in a brown bag
I'm seein freaks, and also fags
I see a set of nice legs within in my site
But it's a fuckin transvestite
Walkin in the daylight
Now I'm trippin and I'm like blown
But I take another sip and say to each his own
He'd get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone

Cause New York's Not My Home

Now if your sounds are knockin to the cool Kid Rockin
Has got your girl jockin
Take a chill pill young man, close your flap
Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm goin back to back
With a track, uh, thats just too clean
I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim Beam
Only 19, and my name ain't Wilbur
But I pull more hoes then Long Jon Silver
I don't dress up, or try to look pretty
Instead I rock the house in every major city
From the tip of Maine to the coast of Cali
I get down and I yodle in the valley
Can't say I'm from the Bronx or Brookland zones

Cause New Yorks Not My Home

Eigth ave in the 40 deuce, it's like a freak show
A lot of hookers try to pop that weak, so
I walk with a limp when I pimp through
Or co-mack those hoes if I'm illin with the Beast Crew
It's pickin up, ill check this fact
These Mother Fuckers pay over 2.50 for a big mac
Conjested, overcrowded, cya I'm gone

Cause New York's Not My Home

 

[fox69]

"One More Song"

"One More Song"



It’s so damn fine to see you once again
It’s been so long and I sure could use a friend
My baby left me high and dry last evening
And all I can do is try and stop the bleeding
I got no money and feel so alone and I ain’t got much to say
I should be headed home right now but I think I’d rather stay
So play one more song, turn up the radio
And play one more song cuz I’m not ready to go, oh no

She was a hot little hooker and I wonder where she gone
Had a smile like summer and her legs were firm and long
She dressed to kill and she loved to rock n roll
She trashed my name and then she stole my soul
She said forever is what we’d be, but that ain’t what went down
So please won’t you have a friend in me and pour me another round

And play one more song
Some old time rock n roll
Yeah play one more song
But don’t play nothing slow
I don’t wanna hear them old sad songs cuz that’d just make me cry
I just wanna drink and dance all night and let the music be my guide yeah

I’m gonna call the band up and head out on the road
Cuz I got music deep inside my soul
I’m gonna sing from the heart and try to spark some change
Cuz good time music helps to ease the pain
And when the lights go down and the crowd gets loud, I’m gonna let her go
And if it feels right, I’ll stay all night if you’re not ready to go, if no one’s ready to go

I’ll play one more song, some back beat blue-eyed soul
I’ll play one more song, some Alabama Muscle Shoals
I’ll play one more song cuz I’m not ready to go
I’ll play one more song and ease my troubled soul
I don’t really care who’s wrong or right but I don’t wanna be alone tonight

So play one more song
Play one more song
Play one more song
Play one more song
Baby now, one more song
Sing it now, one more song
Play one more song

 

[fox69]

"Only God Knows Why"

"Only God Knows Why"



I've been sittin here
Tryin to find myself
I get behind myself
I need to rewind myself
Lookin for the payback
Listen for the playback
They say that every man bleeds just like me
And I feel like number one
Yet I'm last in line
I watch my youngest son
And it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills it helps to ease the pain
I made a couple of dollar bills, but still I feel the same
Everybody knows my name
They say it way out loud
A lot of folks fuck with me
It's hard to hang out in crowds
I guess that's the price you pay
To be some big shot like I am
Out strecthed hands and one night stands
Still I can't find love

And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around

Yeah
As it...hey

And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around

People don't know about the things I say and do
They don't understand about the shit that I've been through
It's been so long since I've been home
I've been gone, I've been gone for way too long
Maybe I forgot all things I miss
Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this
I said it too many times
And I still stand firm
You get what you put in
And people get what they deserve
Still I ain't seen mine
No I ain't seen mine
I've been giving just ain't been gettin
I've been walking that there line
So I think I'll keep a walking
With my head held high
I'll keep moving on and only God knows why

Only God
Only God
Only God knows why, why, why, why
Only God...knows...why, why, why
Only God knows why
Take me to the river edge
Take me to the river, hey hey hey

 

[fox69]

"Outro"

"Outro"



Oh, oh, and ya don't stop
Uhh, Uhh, yeah uh huh
It aint no party like a Detriot party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said It aint no party like a Detriot party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
Yeah
It aint no party like a Detriot party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said It aint no party like a Detriot party
Cause a Detroit party don't stop

 

[fox69]

"Paid"

"Paid"



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 'til the break of dawn

And while your out gangbangin'
tryin to catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch
gettin' fucked in the face
Bumpin' to the bass of the old school rap jams
This ain't tennis,
but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man who tries to check Rock
I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop
Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid
Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
Im self-made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before
I want more then the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks
And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
Cause a 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'in
Rhyme sayin, guitar playin'
Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What its 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 a beat and a funky-ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8 tracks to the mutherfuckin' wax
So why you're makin' records that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop

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 til the break of dawn... ...yeah all night long

I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want a order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fuckin world in my hand
I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
See I can rap I don't have to lay sod
Just ta make ends meet
October 31st, yellin' "Trick-or-treat"
"Oh arent you a little old to be trickin"
You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bull shittin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob
I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format
But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at
West side, 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 ho check it out, I really like to turn you out
And if you'de be good to me, I'll yodel in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice
Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm a 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
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me til the break of dawn
Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby
Come on, come on, come on

 

[fox69]

"Pancake Breakfast"

"Pancake Breakfast"



Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe
slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike
Never uptight my high won't permit it
my problem's life but I don't sweat it, just live it
And I'm not your average rapper
got the same birth date as Thomas Crapper
So bitch better watch your back
cuz I push more power than a Marshall stack
Never the wack but oh so pesky
some say I can't flow but muther fucker don't test me
And if you arrest me you dumb cop
I'll find your daughter and I'll give her this cock
Kid Rock's my mother fuckin name
bitch u know me so pass the O.E.
And don't talk about takin me out
cuz I got your girl and I'm makin her shout
Just like a piano I'm really grand
and I got more riffs than Steely Dan
Some friends call me fly
but most just call me when they wanna get high
It ain't the disco Cisco Kid muther fucker
it's the outlasting shotgun-blasting
dick-swingin' pussy lickin' punk
little skinny muther fucker and I'm not no hunk
But I got more rhymes than a cornfield stalks
and I turn more tricks than Tony Hawk
Walk with a limp cuz I pimp like a pro
and if ya dis me punk I'll fuck your ho
And though you think I'm nothing more than a young punk
I'm like a hound dog chasin a chipmunk
I move quick like a cheetah
and it ain't shit to me to just beat a
M.C. down who looks like a dick
jumpin 'round like a homo on a pogo stick
Yo rock, What's up stop being a jerk
and just "Give 'em an example of how a D.J. works"
Cuz it's blackjack and I got two aces
been many places seen many faces
and everywhere I go people wanna jive
so I keep my fingers on my .45
So don't cross my dusty path
or I'll put my foot up in crusty ass
Don't front ho pass the jay
then hear me M.C. and watch me D.J.
to the beat y'all and I won't stop
and I'ma rock this shit till your eardrums pop
Everybody's tryin' to get a piece of the pie
but I don't let bullshit spoil my high

 

[fox69]

"Picture"
(feat. Sheryl Crow)

"Picture"
(feat. Sheryl Crow)



[Kid Rock]
Livin' my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I ain't seen the sun shine in 3 damn days
Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her
I put your picture away, sat down and cried today
I can't look at you, while I'm lyin next to her

[Sheryl Crow]
I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they wont tell
But their half hearted smiles tell me
Somethin' just ain't right
I been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I put your picture away
I wonder where you been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I saw ya yesterday with an old friend

[Kid Rock]
It was the same ole same "how have you been"

[Both]
Since you been gone my worlds been dark & grey

[Kid Rock]
You reminded me of brighter days

[Sheryl Crow]
I hoped you were comin' home to stay
I was headed to church

[Kid Rock]
I was off to drink you away

[Both]
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I just called to say, I love you come back home

 

[fox69]

"Pimp Of The Nation"

"Pimp Of The Nation"



There's only two types of men
Pimps and John's
There's one type of bitch
And that's a hoe
God damn holly hooker this is my world
God damn time to go
Where's my dough
It's startin to snow
All I want is the dollas
I've been a pimp so long I knew gahndi when he had an afro

Pimp, hold my dick like a holster
All the girls want a Kid Rock poster
And be able to both stay looked at
The number one pimp with the number one rap
What's up with that
Well I'm a cool cat
With the rap
That's harder than a pimp slap
And because I do so much pimpin
One day I'll probably walk with a limp
And drive a big Lincoln
Wearin an unbuttoned shirt
And be a fifty-five year old pervert
But for now rap's the occupation
But one day watch I'll be Pimp Of The Nation

Hoes are rustlic
Daddy's in the house
We got hoes and hoes and hoes
Prices so low
We pratically given the coochie coo away
Shake that booty, Shake that booty
Its not a bake sell, its a cake sell
God Damn It

Pimp of the Nation, I could be it
As a matter of a fact, I for see it
But only pimpin hoes with the big tush
While you be left pimpin Barbra Bush
What's up granny
First name Annie
Dried up cunt and a saggin fanny
The highlight of your sex adventures
You wanna suck this take out your denchers
A show of life is all I'm givin
Old pimp young hoes is how I'm livin
But for now rap's the occupation
But watch one day I'll be Pimp Of The Nation

I got all the hookers, God Damn It
I got Sensational Sherry, Juicy Lucy, Nasty Nancy, and Tammy Toe Jam
All of them ready, willing, and able to give the mack daddy all the dollas
And all the coochie coo till death do we part
Hahahaha

I have hoes like horses in a stable
Rich, famous, willing, and able
First off Ja Ja Kubore and tiffer gore
Is my highest paid whore
And for some hot booty waxin
Fake ass Latoya Jackson
Rosanne Barr is my newest trick
While on the beach I prune her with the dick
And the bitch who fucks with my cash
Robin Givens I'll whip your ass
Yeah Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Don't you fuck with me
I'll be Pimp of the Nation

Bitc...bit...bitc...bit...bitch
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin paid cause suckers is pussy whipped

Ah yeah who's pimpin out there
Uh huh
The Midwest is pimpin
Detroit is pimpin
Mt. Clemens is pimpin
Romeo is pimpin
The black man he pimpin
KDC he's pimpin
Bo your pimpin
I said Tom he's pimpin
Chuck and Murph their pimpin
D he's pimpin
Boner is pimpin
Ben he pimpin
Ralph C is pimpin
The young brothers are pimpin
Eli your pimpin
I said Tony your pimpin
Hey Chicago your pimpin
Mr. Lee your pimpin
My pops is pimpin
My bro D he's pimpin
Jay C he's pimpin
Dice Sound is pimpin
Dougie Doug is pimpin
D-Nice he's pimpin
Chuck Nice is pimpin
Barry White he's pimpin
New York's pimpin
I said Philly is pimpin
Oakland your pimpin
Too Short your pimpin
Arseno Hall your pimp...pimp...pimpin
Eddie Murphy your pimpin
Jive Records your pimpin
RCA is pimpin
Top Dogg is pimpin
Michael Jackson, Ah you ain't pimpin shit
Ah hah hah
Word em up
Word em up
Kid Rock
Kid...Kid Rock
Kid...Kid Rock
And I'm Pimp of the Nation
Hah hah haha
Word
You stay on third base
I'm goin home with the bacon baby
Hahahaha
Peace

 

[fox69]

"Prodigal Son"

"Prodigal Son"



Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back
filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
pool hustling trying to make that green
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13
working like a bitch like a god damn tank
some disagree because me rents had bank
but all that's gold non't always glitter
so I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme
blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
cause money, money, money ain't shit to me
but I gotta make a lot just to be free
Please God Please I'll pay any cost
If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
there's too much hardship there's too much pain
there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside
and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
but parasites can't fake the Rock
and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot
cause I hold key to my own success
and suckers that step shall be put to rest
yes, I hold the key to my own success
and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,
so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter
and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter.
not a generic dime a dozen M.C.
never was in a posse never wanted to be
now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti
and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign
all this talk their gonna drop the bomb,
but life keeps going on and on and on and on
the world's end don't worry me
and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me
cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin
everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin
fussin with the girls they waste my time
thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
crucified by the critics everyday
cause I ain't really got that much to say
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme
I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
but only at night because I'm a day tripper
twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack
but still life goes on
visions of red shoot through my head
and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead.