Lyrics: KID ROCK "EARLY MORNIN' STONED PIMP - FEATURING JOE C. & TINO" (0/1)

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Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Featuring Joe C. &
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Kid Rock Lyrics
Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Featuring Joe C. &
Tino

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Version 1 of the lyrics

This is the true story about Mackin

A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers

I'm Back.

Check it, times are changin'

This is the true story about mackin

Talk about it, more so each year

Check it

But the early mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah

Times are changin'

Talk about it

More so each year,

But the Early Mornin'

Stoned Pimp is here.

So let it rain, and let the guitar rock

And if ya me yawn

Just drop that top

Come on...

Hey hey hey

Well well well well

Hey hey hey

Well well well well

And I be catchin' them northern pike

Like on a ten pound test

Success, 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

ho 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

Radio won't play me, but still

I got the kids around

the world goin' Kid Rock crazy

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 ain'ts no bitch"

Ah, yes you are ho

So quit frontin' like ya 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

And if ya hear me yawn, just drop that top

Now throw your hands in the air

Come on, girl, hey, hey, hey

and let's rock y'all

Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey

Well well well well, well, come on, girl, yeah

And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test

Possess, 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 villain, 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, uhh, 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 ain't s no bitch

Ahh, 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 ain't 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 OG 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

Just throw your hands in the

Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all

air and let's rock y'all

Because the 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 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

Because the 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

Got the money green cut it with

A Lincoln Continental and a grand Marquis

the high roll clause

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

A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis

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

The purple furs and the gold trim glasses

I only bust the fat asses, and I don't be givin' a fuck

I only bust the fat asses

Who da hell can rap better than me, 'cause I'm a true

And I don't be givin a fuck who da

Fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H I J K L M N O P

hell can rap better than me

Cause I'm a true fuckin'

Is for pimpin', early mornin' stoned pimpin'

player and I mack like a

I been down, been around

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

Partyin' down with the slimmies in

the cities that I rock

So ahh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya

Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya

Or if you wanna get your freak

With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, shit

on, I'll just fuck ya

I'm the early mornin' stoned pimp

With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh,

ooh ahhh, biatch, shit

Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp

Hey, hey, hey come on yo

Hey hey hey

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all

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

Just throw your hands in the

Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all

air and let's rock y'all

Because the 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 side to

Just throw your hands in the air, let's rock y'all

side, hip hop y'all

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

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all

Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them damn tits

I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn midget

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

I'm vertically challenged, you're 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

My name is Tino, you know

Baby let's get funky,

I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I

ain't no goddamn junkie

Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71

To the crib of love

Gonna get us some, ladies

We keep em on a string ah

Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger

Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'

How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban

I'm a natural born hoodlum

Not George Raft

One of these days you kids will

pay for my autograph

So groove baby, groove baby call your mama

I'm like Charlie Hooker baby

I got the boogie drama

With the boogie drama, what?

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama, yeah

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama, ohh, yeah

With the boogie drama

Ridin' around the neighborhood

Me and Kid Rock were up to no good

With the boogie drama, yeah

With the boogie drama

With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine

Playin' the radio ya look so fine

Playin' the radio, ya look so fine

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama, yeah

With the boogie drama

Well, well, well ohh, baby

Let's get funky, that's my job

Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12

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

Day in and day out

Well, with the boogie drama

Let's get funky

Come on everybody

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With the boogie drama

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With the boogie drama

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With the boogie drama

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