Kid Rock Lyrics




ALBUM TITLE: THE HISTORY OF ROCK

SONG TITLE: 3 SHEETS TO THE WIND (WHAT'S MY NAME)


What's My Name
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What's My Name
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What's My Name
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Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the Bozak
'Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the Kid motherfucker and I'm gonna get loose
'Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
so enticin' strong like a bison
Rough like brandy and no one knows
that I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get I'll, I chill, but you don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin' on
And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin' on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin' on
but for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin' on
Down to the motherfuckin' A.M.
As I co' bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name?
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Come On, Come On
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What's My Name
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Sing that shit
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Uhh I said what's my name?
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Now break it down like this

3 Sheets to the Wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin'
Taggin' hos gettin lots of trip
Gettin' jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true, I'm blue, like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew, yo Imma bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo
And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me and
fuck all you cops you ain't shit to me
But hos with guns playin' hard for fun
So stay off my dick because I ain't the one
And for anyone tryin to bust me up
You better chill with that tryin' to fuck me up
And if you're talkin' shit I'm gonna shut ya up
and all ya wack D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up
'Cause I don't give a fuck about no one
and when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son
Yo ain't no sucker
'Cause I'm the Kid...Rock motherfucker
Straight from Motown and I won't slow down
I seize some cheese, emcees I mow down
And I show no shame 'cause I'm down for mine
now tell me what's my name

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Come on bitch
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What's my name
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Come on, come on
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Uhh I said what's my name
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Written by:
R.J. Ritchie


Notes:
1992 From the album, "The Polyfuze Method"