Guess who's back....
I used to be broke
Confused
No Joke
Got used
Smoked Pope
Paid Dues
Refused
To give up quick
Now there's 10 Million Motherfackers on my prick
Sold what
Say how
Say who
Do what
Screw me
Screw 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
Who the hell are you
I'm Kid motherfackin' Rock
From the old school
Got more money
Than Matchbox 20
Get more ass
Than Mark McGrath
(Chorus)
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin'if you do it if you back it up
I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City
A-Shirts
Cadillac
Big boobies
Skinny models
You can keep those
I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's
Don't you know
Talk fast
Pimp slow
Show up Z black ties
In t-shirts & slippers
Sippin' liquor, grab models
Love strippers, known 9's
The big tipper with the big dipper
I have queens holding keys to my zipper
Take a real good girl
I've got the baddest bitch in the world
(Chorus)
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 thru
For the Kid, the Rock
The Red, White and Blue
Who knew the Kid would be
Everything from old George Jones to Jazz
Are you scared
Cause when the Kid's in the house
Better come prepared
And I swear
I'm sick
Of getting ripped off
So mad
About to be ripped off
Mackin' me
Cause you know I'm paid
That's why I'm slappin' my gardeners
And doing' my maids
Never mind my age
But if we're taking numbers
15 million sold motherfackers
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
Cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
Cocky(Clean Version) Video (MV)
Performed By: Kid Rock
Language: English
Length: 3:57
Written by: Frederick Louis IV Beauregard, Matthew Shafer, Robert J Ritchie
Kid Rock - Cocky(Clean Version) Lyrics
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English
Guess who's back....
I used to be broke
Confused
No Joke
Got used
Smoked Pope
Paid Dues
Refused
To give up quick
Now there's 10 Million Motherfackers on my prick
Sold what
Say how
Say who
Do what
Screw me
Screw 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
Who the hell are you
I'm Kid motherfackin' Rock
From the old school
Got more money
Than Matchbox 20
Get more ass
Than Mark McGrath
(Chorus)
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin'if you do it if you back it up
I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City
A-Shirts
Cadillac
Big boobies
Skinny models
You can keep those
I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's
Don't you know
Talk fast
Pimp slow
Show up Z black ties
In t-shirts & slippers
Sippin' liquor, grab models
Love strippers, known 9's
The big tipper with the big dipper
I have queens holding keys to my zipper
Take a real good girl
I've got the baddest bitch in the world
(Chorus)
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 thru
For the Kid, the Rock
The Red, White and Blue
Who knew the Kid would be
Everything from old George Jones to Jazz
Are you scared
Cause when the Kid's in the house
Better come prepared
And I swear
I'm sick
Of getting ripped off
So mad
About to be ripped off
Mackin' me
Cause you know I'm paid
That's why I'm slappin' my gardeners
And doing' my maids
Never mind my age
But if we're taking numbers
15 million sold motherfackers
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
Cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
I used to be broke
Confused
No Joke
Got used
Smoked Pope
Paid Dues
Refused
To give up quick
Now there's 10 Million Motherfackers on my prick
Sold what
Say how
Say who
Do what
Screw me
Screw 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
Who the hell are you
I'm Kid motherfackin' Rock
From the old school
Got more money
Than Matchbox 20
Get more ass
Than Mark McGrath
(Chorus)
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin'if you do it if you back it up
I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City
A-Shirts
Cadillac
Big boobies
Skinny models
You can keep those
I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's
Don't you know
Talk fast
Pimp slow
Show up Z black ties
In t-shirts & slippers
Sippin' liquor, grab models
Love strippers, known 9's
The big tipper with the big dipper
I have queens holding keys to my zipper
Take a real good girl
I've got the baddest bitch in the world
(Chorus)
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 thru
For the Kid, the Rock
The Red, White and Blue
Who knew the Kid would be
Everything from old George Jones to Jazz
Are you scared
Cause when the Kid's in the house
Better come prepared
And I swear
I'm sick
Of getting ripped off
So mad
About to be ripped off
Mackin' me
Cause you know I'm paid
That's why I'm slappin' my gardeners
And doing' my maids
Never mind my age
But if we're taking numbers
15 million sold motherfackers
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
Cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' if you do it if you back it up
Writer: Frederick Louis IV Beauregard, Matthew Shafer, Robert J Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.