Early mornin stoned pimp Lyrics

Kid Rock - Early Mornin Stoned Pimp



This is the true story about mackin



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Times are changin

Talk about it

More so each year

But the Early Mornin, Stoned Pimp is here

Yeah

So let it rain, and let the guitar rock

And if ya here me yaaaawwwwn

Just drop that top

Come on, girl

Hey hey hey

Well well well well

Hey hey hey

Well well well well, well

Come on, girl, Yeeeaaahhh



And I be catchin them northern pike

Like on a ten pound test

Posess, never fess, take a guess

I be the early mornin stoned pimp

Straight limpin,

Boone's Farm drinkin

At the party big booty pinchin

Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin

Whack MC killin, the fine hoe drillin

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, Uh

Radio won't play me

But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazyin

Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks

Kid Rock be comin with the boom boom boom biatch

I from the sticks biatch

Straight from the RO

Kid Rock I aint's no bitch

Ah, yes you are hoe

So quit frontin like y'all 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

Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus

While you're lookin really gay like fuckin 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 motherfuckin Early Mornin Stoned Pimp

Say what?



One time for you

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 a 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 a 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 gloss

A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis

Rag top, drop down, rollin on chrome D's biatch

The purple furs and the gold trim glasses

I only bust the fat asses

And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me

Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G

H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin

Early mornin stoned pimpin

I been down, been around

From the bottom to the top

Partyin down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

So ah, 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

I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp

Hahaha



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 a 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 a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all



[Joe C]

I'm Joe C bitch

Let me get them digits

I might be a little small hoe

But I ain't no God damn midget

So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine

I'm vertically challenged, your 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 stickin

Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin

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, oh yeah



Ridin 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

Playin the radio, ya look so fine

With the boogie drama, yeah

Well, Well, Well, boogie drama, oh baby

Let's get funky, that's my job

With the boogie drama, oh yeah

Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty-four, times twelve

With the boogie drama, oh yeah

Day in and day out

With the boogie drama, oh yeah

Let's get funky

Come on everybody

Well, with the boogie drama

With the boogie drama