Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

[ti:Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp] [ar:Kid Rock] [al:The History of Rock (Clean)] [offset:0] Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Kid Rock Times are changing More so each year, But the Early Morning Stoned Pimp is here. So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if ya me yawn Just drop that top Come on... Hey hey hey Well well well well Hey hey hey Well well well well And I be catching them northern pike Like on a ten pound test Success, never fess, take a guess I be the early morning stoned pimp, Straight limping, Boone's Farm drinking, At the party big booty pinching Chilling, like a villian, balloon filling Whack MC killing, The fine ho drilling With the million dollar talent And the ten cent brain, Been gone too long, too much cocaine, But now that I'm back, on the block I'm ready to rock Left to right, all night My game's tight, I wish you might Take a bite Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product Fresh from the harvest Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town Top Dog get down Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around The world going Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flying on broomsticks, Kid Rock be coming with the boom boom boom biatch I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO "Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch" Ah, yes you are ho So quit fronting like ya don't know, When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino "What's up?" So get a good look bro Get a good gander I'm made in Detroit But my name aint Stanzler Spreading like a cancer, a virus While you're looking really gay like fucking Billy Ray Cyrus I'm the highest MC of all time Got my mind on the D And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see Hit me twice with the Tussin And the morphine IV I be What they call an O-G bitch I'm the motherfucking Early Morning Stoned Pimp Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis Rag top, drop down, rolling on chrome D's bitch The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I don't be giving a fuck Who da hell can rap better than me Cause I'm a true fucking player And I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin, Early morning stoned pimpin I been down, been around, From the bottom to the top Partying down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp Hey hey hey Come on yo. Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them damn tits I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn midget So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically blind I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong I can flow on like all night long Till the break of dawn, till the early morn I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me sticking Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshitting So groove baby, groove baby call your momma I'm like Charlie hooker girl I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama, what? With the boogie drama, yeah With the boogie drama, ohh, yeah Riding around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie drama, yeah With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine Playing the radio, ya look so fine With the boogie drama, yeah Well, well, well ohh, baby Let's get funky, that's my job Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty four, Times twelve Day in and day out Well, with the boogie drama With the boogie drama