Kid Rock Lyrics




ALBUM TITLE: THE HISTORY OF ROCK

SONG TITLE: EARLY MORNIN' STONED PIMP
featuring Joe C and Tino


[KID ROCK]
(This is the true story about mackin', check it)
Times are changin', (talk about it)
More so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here (yeah)
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya hear me yawn, then just drop that top
C'mon on-Good God

Hey-hey-hey
(Well-well-well-well)
Hey-hey-hey
(Well-well-well-well)
Good God-yeah

And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test
Smoke sess, 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 emcee 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...uuh

Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around
The world goin' Kid Rock crazy...yeah
Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom-boom-boom-biatch
I from the sticks, biatch, straight from the R O
(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 ain't Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray *****
I'm the highest emcee 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... (Say What)

(One time for ya baby)
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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
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 up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

Now I'm the self-made mack on a mountain of moss
Got the money green cutty with the high pro gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a Grand 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 who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a 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

So ah, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp..heh heh

Hey-hey-hey yeah
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
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 up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

[JOE C]
I'm Joe C, bitch , let me get them digits
I might be a little small ho, but I aint no Goddamn midget
So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine
I'm vertically challenged, your vertically blind
I'm 3 foot 9, it's 10 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'
80 pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin'
So groove baby, groove baby call your momma
I'm like John Lee Hooker, girl

[TINO]
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama yeah
With the boogie drama oh yeah

Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama, yeah
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama, yeah
With the boogie drama
Well-well-well
Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody
Well, with the boogie drama
With the boogie drama



Written by:
R.J. Ritchie, M. Gross

Notes:
  • 1995/2000 From the album, "Early Morning Stoned Pimp"
  • Roy Acuff, the Grand Ole Opry star, famously told Hank Williams "You've got a million-dollar voice, son, but a ten-cent brain." Kid Rock adapted that line for this song.
  • Some references say that this song is loosely based on, or samples musically, from the song "Boogie Chillen" by John Lee Hooker. I'm not a musician so I can't verify it, but I've been told the chord progression is the same.
  • YouTube Video for a live version of John Lee Hooker singing "Boogie Chillen".