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Kid Rock - Cocky Album Lyrics



Kid Rock - Cocky Lyrics






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 motherf*ckers
Here we, kinny come come
You know what we do and where we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this 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 (f*ck)
You'd be a calm motherf*cker 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 motherf*cker 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 f*ck with

Straight outta the sticks of Romeo Michigan
The early morning stoned motherf*cking pimp
Of the God damn nationnnnnnn
Ye haw motherf*ckers 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 motherf*cker with the TBT
Rollin' through your city like the General Lee
You wanna f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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

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Writer: R.J. RITCHIE, MATTHEW SHAFER, MATTHEW O'BRIEN, HERBERT STOTHART
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Forever

I'm back (back) the fog has lifted
The earth has shifted
And raised the gifted
You knew I'd be back
So pack your bone And hit the road jack
Cause daddy's home
With the funky hot rifs
Thick like Al Rowker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music i make (uh)

[Chorus:]
I make punk rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher then 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 been the Kid Rock
Forever

The junkies are, still cigar puffin
Still the same cause 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 deck pack
Forget all that i'm still singin
And like kids on monkey bars i'm still swingin
Thought I got dusty
Thought I'd get rusty
Thought I'd get rich 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 then the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make (uh uh)

[Chorus]

The black hat is back, in original form
The ledgible creditable inevitable storm
Way past the norm,still misbehavin
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin
Young crones don't test the boss
Cause I got this sewn like betsy ross
You can floss and front
You can taunt and tease
But you can't f*ck with rhymes like these
Thumpin like a drum kit
With rifs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist spliffs 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
F*ck off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rockin in the free world

[Chorus]

Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
Tree top
Forever
Kid Rock (yeahhhhhhhh!)

Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
Southern rock
Forever
Kid Rock
Forever (yeahhhhhhhhh!)
FOREVER!!

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Writer: R.J. Ritchie, Matthew Shafer, Frederick Beauregard
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Lay It On Me

Lay it on me
King Cowboy baby, you know my credits
Don't ask if it's true, f*ck 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 HEMI
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 motherf*cker 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' f*cked 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 Iris Tornado 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 f*ck
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 f*ck 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

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Writer: MATTHEW SHAFER, R.J. RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Cocky

Guess who's back
I used to be broke
Confused
No joke

Got used
Smoked dope
Paid dues
Refused

To give up quick
Now there's ten million motherf*ckers on my dick
Sold what
Say how

Say who
F*ck what
F*ck me
F*ck you

Come clean
You know I will drink a fifth of Jim Beam
And still stand still
I'm the illest fool

Cooler than the water in a swimming pool
Fly like a seagull kickin' like a mule
More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool
I deliver fool

No who the f*ck are you
I'm Kid motherf*ckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money than Matchbox twenty
Get more ass than Mark McGrath

They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherf*cker if you back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherf*cker if you back it up

I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City
A-Shirts,Cadillacs,Big titties
Skinny models you can keep those
I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's

Don't you know
Talk fast
Pimp slow
Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers

Sippin' liquor, f*ck models love strippers
Known as the big tipper with the big dipper
I got queens holding keys to my zipper
F*ck a real good girl

I've got the baddest bitch in the world

They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherf*cker if you back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherf*cker if you 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 Fonzie
Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my forty foot Donzie

You got a Bentley Wow
I got jets with wet 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 getting ripped off

So pissed about to be pissed off
Mackin' me coz you know I'm payed
That's why I'm slappin' my gardners,and f*ckin' my maids
Never mind my age but if we're taking numbers
Fifteen million sold motherf*cker

They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherf*cker if you back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherf*cker if you back it up

Cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherf*cker if you back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherf*cker if you back it up
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Writer: Frederick Louis IV Beauregard, Matthew Shafer, Robert J Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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
Ah yeah
Ah 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 Yeah
Cause I'm a bad maama jamma from Detroit city
Rock from southern Alabama back to Mackinaw 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'm 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 Mackinaw city
I'm raw and greedy, show me kitty, I'll lick 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'm 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

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Writer: MATTHEW SHAFER, MATTHEW L SHAFER, R.J. RITCHIE, ROBERT JAMES RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Im Wrong But You Aint 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 f*ck
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

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Writer: R.J. RITCHIE, ROBERT JAMES RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






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 we've found
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

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Writer: R.J. RITCHIE, ROBERT JAMES RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






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've been so high I've gotten confused
I've been beat down broke and used
Motherf*cker
I drank with Hank, talked blues with Billy
Rocked with Run, sang with Shotgun Willie
Went from small time Philly to big time Bobby
From three day old chili to sake with wasabi

I'm home hey I'm home
You never met a motherf*cker 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 and back
But I'm a Michigan boy, can you feel that

And I'm home
You never met a motherf*cker quite like me
Not like me, goddamn 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 Old 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 they 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 motherf*cker quite like me
Hey hey like me, never met a sinner like me, hey hey hey like me
You ain't ever met and you ain't never going meet
You never met a ,never met a ,never never never never met a
Motherf*cker 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 meeeeeet
(Hey come on already)
You never met
(Stop)
What?
(Dude, theres more to life that just you)
Hahaha
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Writer: R.J. RITCHIE, ALLEN COLLINS, RONALD VANZANT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Picture

[ Featuring Sheryl Crow ]

Living my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I ain't seen the sunshine in three damn days
Been fueling up on cocaine and whisky
I wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord, I wonder if I'll ever change my ways

I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her

I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows, but they won't tell
But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right
I've been waiting on you for a long time
Fueling up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in three damn nights

I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him

I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same old same, how have you been?
Since you've been gone, my world's been dark and gray

You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were coming home to stay
I was headed to church
I was off to drink you away

I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way

I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I just called to say I love you
Come back home
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Writer: Robert Ritchie, Sheryl Crow
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Im 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 f*ckin' police know I see 'em
So I'm headin' up to Reno like a geo and I'll great '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 f*ck 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

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Writer: KENNY OLSON, ROBERT J RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






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 f*ck a bitch
So f*ck a bitch
So f*ck 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 f*ckin shit up
What
I'm gonna run my track from the D to Nantucket
So f*ck 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.

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Writer: MATTHEW SHAFER, MATTHEW L SHAFER, R.J. RITCHIE, ROBERT JAMES RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






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
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Writer: R.J. RITCHIE, ROBERT JAMES RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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 tommorow 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 your looking for a party you came to the right spot
So drink it 'em down motherf*ckers 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 iam 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

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Writer: KENNY OLSON, ROBERT J RITCHIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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 mutha f*cker Yo I ain't no fag
I f*ck bitches dry f*ck em on the rag
Tag their toes check em off my list
Hoes get f*cked they don't get kissed

A simplistic pimp gettin much respect
I'll f*ck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on yer world purse
Just to show you how a real pimp works

Remove yer shirt show me them titties
I'll drive my dick right through your twin cities
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in yer mouth til I run outta gas

Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
All World Calss

It ain't nothin like black pussy on my dick
Word to ya mamma and ya sister bitch
I play hoes like a muthaf*ckin football game
I pull my dick out and he'll say it's good ya'll came

Ya'll did yer thang work the nigga front to back
In the bill clinton presidential cadillac
We smoked the 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 f*cked so many hoes I can't remember they name
But it ain't about that bitch I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where ya mouth at

Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock you got yer sex rhymes
Snoop I got the presidential sex rhymes

My nigga my nigga my nigga

I'm on a private jet outta JFK
Sipin the Becks Feelin A OK
Look across the isle and who did I see
Bill mutha f*ckin clinton sittin next to me

We kicked the talk tied a couple a laughs
This stewradess walked up & asked us for our autographs
I thought it was mac and I 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 thirty thousand feet

Yeah thirty thousand muthaf*ckin feet flyin high

Ya know we thougth we do it the most in the coast

(Lemme see if you got some gansta shit homie,
'Cause if you do I'ma kick sumpin for ya.)

Oh shit some gansta shit
All I need is a gansta bitch
Cause gansta shit is all I kick
I f*cks with a black, brown, or a white chick

Bitch you can act like you ain't with the shit
I hear to strip a bitch, and cold pimp a bitch

Lookin for love in all the wrong places
Lookin for love..F*ck love its to racist
Smokin it up in too many places
Bustin a nut in too many bitches faces

Well, I Kid Rock got pussy galore
You might get a lot of pussy
I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks know what's up

(You'se a playa)
Nope I'm a flat out slut
Got what you came for yes indeed
XTC and a sea of weed

Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer jack
You can hold my sac while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tap you're 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
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Writer: R.J. RITCHIE, CALVIN BROADUS, KENNY OLSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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Cocky is the fifth studio album by American musician Kid Rock. Released in 2001, it is his third release for Atlantic Records.

The album is known for featuring the ballad "Picture", recorded as a duet with Sheryl Crow. In May 2011, the album was certified 5× platinum by the RIAA and has sold 5,344,000 copies in the US as of December 2013. According to Kid Rock's official website that made a timeline for his 45th birthday in January 2016, Cocky was certified 6× platinum on August 26, 2008. However, RIAA only certified the album at 5× platinum.

The album was dedicated to Rock's former assistant and hype man Joe C., who died in November of the previous year from celiac disease complications. 75 songs were written for the album, but only 30 of them were recorded as a song for the album. One of the recorded songs that did not make the album was "If I Was President", a standard blues song that Kid Rock plays frequently in concert.

Another song left off the album was the Joe C. eulogy "In Your Lifetime". "Picture" received a CMA nomination in 2003 for Vocal Event of the Year and would go on to be Rock's first gold single. Some of the songs that were recorded during this album's sessions appeared on Kid Rock's self-titled album.
Performed By: Kid Rock
Genre(s): Rap rock, hard rock, country, southern rock, rap metal, nu metal
Producer(s): Kid Rock
Length: 63:36
Released: November 20th, 2001
Year: 2001

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