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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 ho'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

Benny and The Jets is Hot

But you ain't never met a motherfucker 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



Chorus

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

One love for two 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 me eggs

You'll feel the Irish tornado

If you spread your legs

No need to brag

And don't trail behind me

Just step up front

A little lady



Chorus

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



We're coming

Live from Detroit

It's Saturday night

Got the funky fresh rhymes

No need to bite

And to ya'll he haws

Who thought I'd never rank

I'm going

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 Louis

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 Susan Summers

Understand I want peace like Gandhi



But until that dayI'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

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



04. Cocky



Guess who's back

I used to be broke

Confused

No Joke

Got used

Smoked Dope

Paid Dues

Refused

To give up quick

Now there's 10 Million Motherfuckers on my dick

Sold what

Say how

Say who

Fuck what

Fuck me

Fuck you

Come clean

You know I will

Drink a fifth of Jim Beam

And still stand still

I'm the illest fool

Cooler than the water in a swimming pool

Fly like a seagull

Kickin' like a mule

More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool

I deliver fool

Who the fuck are you

I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock

From the old school

Got more money

Than Matchbox 20

Get more ass

Than Mark McGrath



(Chorus)



They say I'm cocky

And I say what

It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up

They say I'm cocky

And I say what

It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up



I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City

A-Shirts

Cadillac

Big titties

Skinny models

You can keep those

I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's

Don't you know

Talk fast

Pimp slow

Show up Z black ties

In t-shirts & slippers

Sippin' liquor, fuck models

Love strippers, known 9's

The big tipper with the big dipper

I got queer holding key to my zipper

Fuck a real good girl

I've got the baddest bitch in the world



(Chorus)



You think you got it good

In Hollywood

I got acres of land

Laid back in the woods

Holdin' shares

Cool like Fonzie

Rollin' Lake St. Clair

In my forty foot Donzie

You got a Bentley

Wow

I got jets with wet bars

And trucks with gold plows

Bitch bow when I pimp thru

For the Kid, the Rock

The Red, White and Blue

Who knew the Kid would be

Everything from old George Jones to Jazz



Are you scared

Cause when the Kid's in the house

Better come prepared

And I swear

I'm sick

Of getting ripped off

So pissed

About to be pissed off

Mackin' me

Cause you know I'm paid

That's why I'm slappin' my gardeners

And fuckin' my maids

Never mind my age

But if we're taking numbers

15 million sold motherfucker



They say I'm cocky

And I say what

It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up

They say I'm cocky

And I say what

It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up

Cocky

And I say what

It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up

They say I'm cocky

And I say what

It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up

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