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  • Wykonawca: Kid Rock
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Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin': > Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
  Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
  Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
  Fuck me baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn
  
  And while your out gangbangin'
  tryin to catch a murder case
  Your ho's on my couch
  gettin' fucked in the face
  Bumpin' to the bass of the old school rap jams
  This ain't tennis,
  but yo I'll use my backhand
  On any grown man who tries to check Rock
  I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop
  Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid
  Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
  Im self-made like Henry Ford
  I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before
  I want more then the next man
  Respect, plus the cash, big checks
  And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
  Cause a reach around just sounds so gay
  I don't even swing that way
  I told you hoes before I'm the K
  I to the D, R-O-C-K'in
  Rhyme sayin, guitar playin'
  Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam
  No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
  What its like to be so real
  You got the beats, and the rhymes,
  but you ain't got no feel
  I don't need the fancy music to make mine
  Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line
  Drop a couple cuts on this track
  8 tracks to the mutherfuckin' wax
  So why you're makin' records that don't recoup
  I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop
  
  Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin':
  Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
  Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
  Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
  Fuck me baby, fuck me til the break of dawn... ...yeah all night long
  
  I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
  I want a order of fries with a side of grease
  I wish for peace throughout this land
  I want the whole fuckin world in my hand
  I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
  See I can rap I don't have to lay sod
  Just ta make ends meet
  October 31st, yellin' "Trick-or-treat"
  "Oh arent you a little old to be trickin"
  You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bull shittin
  Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
  I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob
  I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format
  But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat
  Where's the whores at
  West side, hoes like cars so I ride em for a test drive
  I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft
  I got a new jingle I'm about to go off
  Hey ho check it out, I really like to turn you out
  And if you'de be good to me, I'll yodel in your valley
  Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice
  Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice
  Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum
  Got a pocket-full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
  Got a business mind so if I lose the funk
  I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump
  
  Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin':
  Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
  Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
  Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
  Fuck me baby, fuck me til the break of dawn
  Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long
  Fuck me baby, fuck me baby
  Come on, come on, come on