3 Sheets to the Wind Lyrics

Kid Rock

Non-album songs

Lyrics to 3 Sheets to the Wind
3 Sheets to the Wind Video:
What's my name?

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

What's my name?

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

What's my name?

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock



Ahhhhhhh

I'm here and it's clear, I'm gonna flow so yo black

Just get on up or yo get the bozak

Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess

It's the kid mother fucker and I'm gonna get loose

Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and

So enticing, strong like a bison

Ruff like brandy and no one knows

That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads

Smash, slash and when I thrash I bash

I get ill, I chill, but you don't know the half

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 me up

U better chill with that tryin to fuck me up

And if you're talkin shit I'm gonna shut ya up

And all ya wack D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up

Cuz I don't give a fuck about no one

And when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son

Yo ain't no sucker

Cuz I'm the kid..rock muther fucker

Straight from Mo-town and I won't slow down

I cease the cheese M.C.'s I moe down

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
Songwriters: RITCHIE
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