Cocky

RELEASE DATE:
November 20, 2001
TRACKLISTING:
Baby Come Home

Baby Come Home

I got the
I got them love sick blues ya'll
Man, i can't find my baby
I think she took off with another man
I been around the world looking twice

You know i checked in new york city
On the streets and on the subways
And i looked around that tired town to find the one who loved me
I looked out in the hamptons thought she'd be hangin' with them rich folks
But no she wasn't anywhere hangin' on the east coast

I wish my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I wish my baby come home
I want my baby yeah my baby to come back home
Man you know i love that girl

I checked down to the southern plains from alabama to georgia
Honey if you hear this, please know i'm looking for ya
I checked with all my rebel friends
I've looked around for weeks
And i swear until i find her i won't eat and i won't sleep

I want my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I wish my baby yeah my baby would come back home

I went from albuquerque to maine and didn't find a damn thing
So i looked in california - up and down the coast
I looked all over hollywood - it wasn't even close
Never found nothin'
So, i came home, home to detroit city
And there she was sittin' on my porch - my baby looked so pretty

Now my baby's back home
Yea my baby came home
Yea my baby's back home
I'm so happy that my baby is finally home

I'm a Dog

I'm a Dog

See me ride across the country with my shotty ridin' shotgun
Got slimmys on my jimmy with magnums rockin' platinum
Wig's dig this, the fuckin' police know i see 'em
So i'm headin' up to reno like a geo and i'll greet 'em
Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies
You got a lot but yo you can't get these
Free my mind of lifes inconsistencies
I had enough and you can swing on these

Cause i'ma dog baby
See me ride across the country
I'ma dog bitch
Big suitcase full of money
I'ma dog mamma
And i'm rollin' el camino
I'ma d-d-d dog

Drop top continental with a suicide see me ride
You by my side big girl, yo we will never die
I'll be your hollywood eyes and send you swingin' baby
Bring it home to pappa and rock gonna make it jingle baby
It's a god damn shame people they look at me
But i know in the end you givea fuck about me
And that's the reason i spit fire
That's the reason i'ma set your ass on fire, fire
I shoulda never left the bottle
And if they want the truth then tell them bitches i shot 'em

I'ma dog baby
See me ride across the country
I'ma dog bitch
Big suitcase full of money
I'ma dog mamma
And i'm rollin' el camino
I'ma d-d-d dog
Yeahhhhhhhhh

Yeah..can ya, can ya, can ya feel it now?

Freedom or death, nothin' left to do but fill it up
Tripple x eyes of lust and you need to give it up
Live it up sucker cause they're sayin' my days are numbered
Who wants to live long anyway
I'm goin' out with a blast
Gettin' some ass, smokin' grass, leavin' all my cash for my little boy
You wouldn't understand, you dont know where i come from
Hey yeah yeah

Cause i'ma dog baby
See me ride across the country
I'ma dog bitch
Big suitcase full of money
I'ma dog mamma
And i'm rollin' el camino
I'ma d-d-d dog
I'ma dog baby
I'ma dog baby
I'ma dog baby

You Never Met a Motherfucker Quite Like Me

You Never Met a Motherfucker Quite Like Me

Yep
I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I been so high I've gotten confused I been beat down, broke and used Motherfucker I drank with hank, talked blues with Billy Rocked with Run sang with shotgun Willy Went from small time philly to big time Bobby From 3 day old chili to saki with wosabi

I'm home hey I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like me

No more bein' poured drink specials at winners Or being ignored by the think straight sinners I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd Skynyrd No beginners here I'm a seasoned vet Educated on jazz by my man Ahmet Ertegun, my friend I been the world n back But I'm Michigan boy can you feel that

And I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me Not like me, God damn like me, hey hey like me

Never thought I'd go as far in life as this Never made par and I could give 2 shits Never wanted sell cars cause my dad was a dick Never wanted a guitar 'till I heard a lick like this

And from the depths of dixie to my northern spots You know its time to rock when ole glory drops

I pimp through town with the top laid back Black hat, fine blonde, cold pabst in my lap I'll adapt To any and all situations Thats why the call me the pimp of the nation Hey bitch you best believe I live in the woods not your world of greed Might, a little weed might a little yeah I'm so proud to be living in the USA

You've never met a motherfucker quite like me Hey hey like me, da di da da stay like me, hey hey hey like me You aint ever met and you aint never going meet You never met a ,never met a ,never never never never met a Motherfucker quite like me You aint never met a mother like me Hey you aint never never never never never met someone like me (Hey hey) Never met like me, (Hey hey) (Hey dude hey) Never met a mother like me (Come on, hey) And you never, and never gonna never gonna meet (Hey come on already) You never meet
(stop)
What?
(Dude, theres more to life that just you) ha ha

Picture feat. Sheryl Crow

Picture feat. Sheryl Crow


WCSR

WCSR

Kid rock i got the sex rhymes
Kid rock i got the sex rhymes
Kid rock i got the sex rhymes
All world class

Kid rock mother fucker yo i ain't no fag
I fuck bitches dry i fuck em on the rag
Tag their toes - check em off my list
Hoes get fucked - they don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp gettin much respect
I'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world perks
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt - show me them titties
I'll drive my dick right through your twin cites
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till i run out of gas

Snoop dog i got the sex rhymes
Snoop dog i got the sex rhymes
Snoop dog i got the sex rhymes
All world class

It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to your mama and your sister bitch
I play hoes like a mother fucking football game
I pull my dick out and you'll say it's good ya'll came
Ya'll did ya'll thing - worked a nigga front to back
In the bill clinton presidential cadillac
We smoked a sack - the bitches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain shit it's all done with game
I've fucked so many hoes i can't remember their name
But it ain't about that - bitch i really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where yo mouth at

Kid rock i got the sex rhymes
Kid rock you got the sex rhymes
Snoop i got the presidential sex rhymes
My nigga

I'm on a private jet out of jfk
Sippin' the beck's - and feeling a okay
Looked across the aisle and who did i see
Bill motherfuckin' clinton sittin' next to me
We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought i was mackin' gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So, i stuck five and that made ten
Shit two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me - it was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet

Yeah - 30,000 mother fuckin feet flying high
Kid rock beeped out?
And we thought we do's it the most on the coast
Shit we got the sex rhymes
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey
Cause if you do, i'm gunna kick something for you
A little something like this

Oh shit some gangster shit
All i need is a gangster bitch
If gangster shit is all i kick
I fucked with a black brown or a white chick
Bitch you can act like you ain't with the shit
I'm here to strip a bitch and cold pimp a bit
Lookin for love in all the wrong places
Lookin for love - fuck love it's too racists
Smokin it up in too many places
Bustin a nut in too many bitches faces

Well i'm kid rock
Got pussy galore
You might get a lot of pussy, i gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks knows what's up
You's a player
Nope i'm a flat out slut
Got what you came for - yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed
Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer jack
You can hold my sack while i pack your bag
You can rub my back while i tack a keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more
Pissed off, pissed off

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed

Let's do it
Should we do it
Can we do it

Drunk In the Morning

Drunk In the Morning

I wanna make money to take away my problems,
But my problems gettin' bigger with the more money I make

I wanna find love thats my problem, cause the money
Makes it hard to tell the real from fake

I want to spend time with my son oh every hour
But the money and the problems and the women keep me away
I wanna be happy for just one hour, but the only time I'm happy
Anymore is on the stage
I get drunk in the morning I dont look for afternoons
I dont care if tomorrow never comes
I been pushed and kicked around it seems my whole life
Now I'm tired lord I'm so damm tired inside.

(I think its time to get it on)
So lets rock it with the band turn this shit up to 10 now
I got a feeling you been waiting for way to long now
And if you're looking for a party you came to the right spot
So drink it 'em down motherfuckers and roll with the kid rock
And the band plays

And I thank you people for feeling me I'm feeling you too
Oh what a ride, its been up and down all around the world we've been
We're back your here lets make the most of our time now
And if you get up get up I wont let you down

And when the powder hits the brain, you'll be feelin' it real son
I'm talking guitars, car sex and real cheap wine
All time and type you let me here it if you want more
Lemmie here it if you want more
I gota fifth good music if you hold out I'll pour more

And I thank you people for feelin' me I am feelin' you too
Oh what a ride its been up and down all around the world we've been
We're back your here lets make the most of our time
Now and if you get up get up I wont let you down
Get up get up yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yeah what a ride and I thank you people thank you

Midnight Train To Memphis

Midnight Train To Memphis

I was hiding from the sun once again
I was running from the time my friend
I've lost another war
So, i poured one more and went home drunk again
She was up when the key hit the lock
And the clock looked at me just like the devil in disguise
I saw it in her eyes - she'd be gone before the evenin'

So, i poured another strong one and chopped a line from here to texas
Cause i've lost another good one - she's on the midnight train to memphis
With a brand new start, i swore i'd love from the heart
I meant to change my ways
But i've seen better days than the one's that's here this mornin'
With a wife and kids at home with a job some where on some assembly line
I wish i had that life - i bet you wish you had mine
So, let's pour another tall one and chop a line from here to texas
Cause i've lost another good one - she's on the midnight train to memphis

(david spade)
Dude, what station is this? k snooze? kid rock i thought he was the american bad ass
He's putting me to sleep. nudge me if he gets over five decibals.
I knew his first album was a good one

But that's the way i am
And this is how i jam
All across the land from alabam to bandstand
Doped up rebel with an attitude
Shit
So fuck a bitch
So fuck a bitch
So fuck a bitch
I won't switch won't quit my vices
Flip the script cause i'm gonna slice the righteous
Haven't you heard i don't refrain
Free as a bird and so i won't change
Livin it up givin it up fuckin shit up
What
I'm gonna run my track from the d to nantucket
So fuck it - if you don't dig that, you can suck it.

And it don't
And it don't

With an old suitcase, i swear i'll leave this place
I'll get you back in time
Can't drink you off my mind. so, i'll see you when i'm sober.
I been looking for some reasons, but i ain't found one down in texas
I been changing with the seasons
Walked in a new line back to memphis.

Cocky

Cocky

Guess who's back? haha
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick,
Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick
So 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 uh
I'm the illest fool
Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool
Fly like a seagul, kickin' like a mule
More jams than a beetle from liverpool
I deliver fool
Now 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

They say i'm cocky, and i say what?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say i'm cocky, and i say what?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

I'm from the outskirts of detroit rock city
A shirts, cadilacs, big titties
Skinny models you can keep those
I like big corn fed mid western hoes
Dont you know? talk fast, pimp slow
Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers
Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers
Known as the big tipper with the big dipper
I got queens holdin' keys to my slipper
Fuck a real good girl, i got the baddest bitch in the world

They say i'm cocky, and i say what?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say i'm cocky, and i say what?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

You think you got it good in hollywood
I got acres of land laid back in the woods
Holdin' shares, cool like fonzy
Rollin' lake st. clair in my 40 ft. donzy
You got a bently? wow!
I got jets with web bars and trucks with gold plows
Bitch bow when i pimp through
For the kid the rock the red, white and blue
Who knew the kid would be
Everything from old george jones to jay z
Baby i'm sick of gettin ripped off
So pissed 'bout to be pissed off
Mackin' me cause you know i'm paid
That's why i'm clapin' my gardners and fuckin' my maids
Nevermind my age but if we're takin' number
15 million sold motherfucker

They say i'm cocky, and i say what?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say i'm cocky, and i say what?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

Cocky, and i say what?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say i'm cocky, and i say what?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

Forever

Forever

I'm back (back) the fog is lifted
The earth has shifted and raised the gifted
You knew i'd be back so pack your bone
And hit the road jack cuz daddy's home
With the funky hot riffs
Thick like al roker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like oprah
Bitch i told ya
Do not hate
Or question the music i make

I make punk rock and i mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the kid rock
I make southern rock
And i mix it with the hip hop
I got money like fort knox
I'll forever be the kid rock
Forever

The junkies are
Still cigar puffin
Still the same cuz i ain't changed nothin
Huffin and puffin i got you rookies
All in check doin the redneck boogie
The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double back pack
Forget all that i'm still singing
And like kids on monkey bars i'm still swingin
Thought i got dusty
Thought i'd get rusty
Thought i'd get rick and quit oh he must be fat and ugly
Broke black and blue
But i'm trim fit rich and i'm back for round two
Red white and the pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how i'm livin'
Givin you more than the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music i make

I make punk rock and i mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the kid rock
I make southern rock
And i mix it with the hip hop
I got money like fort knox
I'll forever be the kid rock
Forever

The black hat is back in original form
The legible, credible, inevitable storm
Way past the norm
Still misbehavin
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin
Young crones don't test the boss
Cuz i got this sewn like betsy ross
You can floss and front
You can taunt and tease
But you can't fuck with rhymes like these thumpin like a drum kit
With riffs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist flips and sip fifths
I got the gift i'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket
8 ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow you now how i live
Can't say that kid
Fuck off i just did
Watch me twirl like earl the pearl
Or just keep on kid rocking in the free world

I make punk rock and i mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the kid rock
I make southern rock
And i mix it with the hip hop
I got money like fort knox
I'll forever be the kid rock
Forever

Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
Southern rock
Forever
Kid rock

Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
Southern rock
Forever
Kid rock
Forever

Trucker Anthem

Trucker Anthem

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Singin, hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers
Here we, kinny come come
You know what we do and where we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get to your seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(who's your uncle?)

Uncle krackerrrrrr
I'm double wide on the side, in the back of the bus
I'm your uncle kracker sittin' platnum plus
Double platnum (what?) tripple platnum (fuck)
You'd be a calm motherfucker if you add that up.
Can you back that up?
Yeah, but what for?
I got a big brick house with 2 gold doors.
Was born in that, you need to shut my mouth
I'm the same motherfucker you been hearin' about
Kracker went pop?
Naw, i did the pop bash
Floatin' through the air waves, pickin' up cash
I dropped bottom d, people thought i went soft, shit
I'm still very difficult to fuck with

Straight outta the sticks of romeo michigan
The early morning stoned motherfucking pimp of the god damn nationnnnnnn
Ye haw motherfuckers lets rock
With the kid, that's all, ya dig, ya dont stop
Got rifs to rock, brought boones to slam
Now who's the man? kid rock god damn
Back on the scene like a fiend for beats
Aint slept in weeks
Got too many freaks
Seen too many geeks
Try to rock the rap, so i'm back with heat
To unseat the wack
I'ma unpack, and set up shop
I'ma step back and watch you rock
I'ma rock track, so stop the pop
Then i'ma master blastin through the aftershock
I got, dug ditches to burry you bitches
Who roll the flow and wanna stop the show
So i'ma roll and flow another encore seven
From north of detroit, way south of heaven
Heaven, heaven, heaven
Yeahhhh
Turn it up, turn it up turn it up
Ughh come onnnnn
Kid rock motherfucker with the tbt
Rollin' through your city like the general lee
You wanna fuck with me? don't test the odds
Cause your arms are too short to box with god
But if ya, send me your address, i'll swing by
Call up your friends, i'll get your whole fuckin' crew high
Say bye, bye, bye to the wack
And let it be known kid rock is back
Yeahhh rollin' with the tbt
Were gonna rock the house for my man joe c.
Yeahh, we wanna start this show, come on
Come on, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

What I Learned Out on the Road

What I Learned Out on the Road

Headin' for the south lands, lookin' for some fun
Down below that dixie mason i know your the one
My tongue is chasin' my eyes are wide, i can see paradise
I been down here once or twice but i never seen it look so nice
Ahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
Ahhhhhhhhh yeah yeah
I like it with the grass cut low
Big mountain tops valley below
I love it when you scream out my name
Kid rock, what you say?
Kid rock, what you say?
Kid rock, what you say?
Kid rock yeahhhhh
Cause i'ma bad maama jamma from detroit city
Rock from southern alabama back to macanow city
I'm raw and greedy, show me, gimme, i'll nick it
Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy i'll stick it
Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie
Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body
I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man
Spreadin' moejo sam, please understand

From detroit to new orleans
I love the life but i never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what i learned out on the road
Let me show you what i learned out on the road

You know i've tried a thousand times and i've tried to explain
And i've cried a thousand times over things that i can't change
I've learned a lot you know, i grow each passing day
And i blame nobody but myself for mistakes that i have made

He's a bad maama jamma from detroit city
Rock from southern alabama back to macanow city
I'm raw and greedy, show me gimme, i'll nick it
Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy i'll stick it
Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie
Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body
I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man
Spreadin' moejo sam, please understand

From detroit to new orleans
I love the life but i never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what i learned out on the road
Let me show you what i learned out on the road

Lord knows when your not here, i get so damn bored of me
And i've spent some lonely nights that did not have to be
And if you could only see, i swear i'd show you true
And although i carry a load out on the road, i wanna come back home to you

From detroit to new orleans
I love the life but i never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what i learned out on the road

From detroit to carolina
I love the life but i never sold my soul
From london town down to china
Let me show you what i learned out on the road
Let me show you what i learned out on the road

I'm Wrong, But You Ain't Right

I'm Wrong, But You Ain't Right

Breakin' the silence is the hardest thing in life
Knowing that your wrong
Feelin' like you cant go on
I've been a victim so many times
But i'm man enough to know when i'm wrong

*shotgun cocking*

With the fresh cut mullets back row in sight
Pass the packed bowl and i'ma rock all night
Up tight right wingers tryin' say i'm what
I'm a flight bound singer not giving a fuck
Hard luck i'm the devil with the grace of god
On the level of oz and it makes you nod
With the body of a sinner, mind of a saint
I'm everything you love, everything you hate
Hit a lot of curves, hard roads and hills
Got nerves of steel and watch time stand still
It took too long but i stood my height
You could say i'm wrong but you aint righhhhht

You aint righhhhht
You you you you aint righhhhht
You aint righhhhht
Right
You aint you aint you aint
Right
You aint you aint you aint
Right
You aint you aint you aint
Right

You can save the environment with all your wind
But can you save your children from a world of bullshit
You look at me with a loss for love
But if you took me out would your kids still do drugs
You wanna point your finger at the unclear
You wanna point your finger at the unclear
You wanna point your finger at the unclear
You outta point your finger in the mirror
You wanna trip, quit cause i'ma keep rippin'
And you can bitch but the strippers gonna keep strippin'
I'm singin' songs in the key of life
And you can say i'm wrong but you aint righhhhht

You aint righhhhht
You you you you aint righhhhht
You aint righhhhht

We just came to (get on down now) rocccccckkkk
Rock on rock on rock on

Cowboy baby, cowboy baby

*shotgun cocking*

*shotgun cocking*

You aint righhhhhhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You you you you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht
You aint you aint you aint righhhht

Lonely Road of Faith

Lonely Road of Faith

Up and down that lonely road of faith
I have been there
Unprepared for the storms and the tides that rise
I've realized one thing, how much i love you
And it hurts to see, see you cryin'
I believe we can make it through the winds of change

God is great indeed
If you believe, in the everlife
Yeah we gotta
Make some sense of the piece that's not defined
And if you just hold on, i wont let ya fall
We can make it through the storms and the winds of change

Though i walk through the valley of darkness
I am not afraid
Cause i know i'm not alone

And if the wind blows east, would you follow me
And if the wind blows north, would ya stay your course
And if the wind blows west, would ya second guess
And if it blows to the south, would you count me out
And if the sun don't shine, would you still be mine
And if the sky turns grey, would you walk away
Would you say i do, if i say i'll be
And walk this road through life with me
You know i love youuuuuu

On this lonely road of faith
On this lonely road of faith

Lay It On Me

Lay It On Me

Lay it on me
King 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 hoe's than the free cash levers
So you better never, question the cleaver, cleaver
I sever whatever, forget her, and turn 'em redder than ever
You better wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in detroit city

71 super charged big block hemmy
Ya eldavarge, i'm livin' more like lemmy
B-b-b-b-b benny and the jet's is hot
But you aint never met a motherfucker like kid rock
And twisted brown truckers like a loaded gun
We're the band that other bands run from
Doin' the backstage boogie is where you'll find me
If you want some of that flash a pass, come back and
Lay it on me

Lay it on me
Baby you got
Lay it on me
Uhh..just lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me

Now, people always say i aint livin' right
But it aint my fault you misplaced your light
Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy
Now she's gettin' fucked up in detroit city
Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs
Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs
1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute i'm gone
Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn
I'm makin' pancakes baby if ya crack the eggs
You'll feel the hours torn later when you spread your legs
No need to bag, and don't trail behind me
Just step up front a little lady and
Lay it on me

Lay it on me
Baby you got
Lay it on me
Uhh uhh uhh uhh..just lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Hey, hey, hey

(talkbox)here we go, lets, lets jam.
We're comin', we're comin', we're comin'
Live from detroit it's saturday night
Got the funky fresh rhyme no beat to bite
And to ya'll hee haws who thought i'd never rank
I'm goin' hahahahaha all the way to the bank bitch
I got rich off a keepin' it real
While you radioheads are reinventin' the wheel
Got critics all trippin' off i don't know what
While i'm sippin' king louie not givin' a fuck
Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews
But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes
Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap
Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that
Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers
From pam anderson to suzanne summers
Understand i want peace like gandi
But until that day i'ma walk this way so

Lay it on me
I'm talkin' 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 me
I can love you like that
Lay it on me
I'd rather fuck to foghat
Lay it on me
Yeah i can make you shake
Slow ride it baby through the piano break
Come on, come on, come on
So step up front little lady
Lay it on me
Got to lay it on
Lay it on me
Yeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh
Ohhhhhh lat it on me
You gotta 1, 2, 3 give it up
Lay it on me