PRODIGAL SON/ History

Jade, sorry all day long I am hearing DRAMA even in KR backgrounds, not jammin. So I disagree there

I know the end has to get cleaned up on Tino's part of EMSP

Jade, your funny, in the sense, same lyrics I have questions on your noticing also

I put Boone's kegged for the reason of the Boone's wine /but I also thought boots caked I just hear an *an* in there though. No biggie, just wondering myself.

I like to know that answer too FEELS OR FILLS? very tricky indeed.

Also I spelled vertically wrong on the Joe C part of EMSP (:

A lot of words in that song, so I get lost a lil'

EARLY MORNIN' STONED PIMP feat Joe C &Tino

[Kid Rock & Tino]

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 me yawn, then just drop that top
Cmon 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

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain of Mars
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

MY OEDIPUS COMPLEX

I need somebody won't you help me
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am

I've been living a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time
If you could see what I feel, it would make your ghetto look like heaven
And I believe it stems down from my family situation
I never liked my old man
And couldn't stand to be around him
Sometimes I sit all alone just staring at his picture
Well my heart turns to stone and I think of this......

I need somebody wont you help me (help me..help me)
I need somebody wont you tell me who I am

You never loved me you never held me tight
Instead you shook me like a fist to wake me up at night
You tried to make me think that your ways were best
When all I was was an outlet for all your stress

Life it's the ultimate sin
A game with no rules that you're expected to win
My personal hell's hidden with a grin
"Dad take the stand and let the trial begin"
You said that oil and water doesn't mix though it seems cool
Keep with your own and don't fuck up our gene pool
You should've went to school like your bigger brother
But you played the fool with a different color
Runnin' ship with a whip
I tried to keep up but I kept getting tripped up
Money made you so wise
How could you rip through my face and not see your own eyes
Do as I say and not as I do
But I can't 'cause when I look in the mirror I see you..see
And oh the pain how it hurts
It was always your home and your business that came first
You said a man is as good as his word
But your mind was closed and mine never heard
My visions blurred, thoughts obscured
And with my blinders down I strayed from the herd
They say the nut don't fall far from the tree
Look at you, then look at me...

BORN 2 B A HICK

1992

See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school
I never begged to go
I was a low class livin' raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin'
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin'
Kissin' and huggin' on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand, Boone's kegged an shit

And I was born to be a hick
Born to be a hick..man

See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin'
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin'
Kissin' and huggin' on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand, Boone's kegged an shit

I was born to be a hick..hick
See I was born to be a hick.. man
Yeah I was born to be a hick.. man
Yeah, I'm a shotgun tokin'
I'm a John Deere drivin'
I'm a hick
Har-har

F**K YOU BLIND

....Teh..........Talk about it

I'm not the trash you think I am talkin' trailor park
Come to my mansion, bitch and watch me stick it after dark
I'll take you higher, higher
I'll take you lower, slower
I'll make you talk that talk and walk that walk ho

I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind til' you just can't see no more
I see you checkin out my car and my residence
Your hell-bound and I see your gettin' whiskey bent
I been around and I know what you meant
You don't wanna fuck me you wanna fuck some dead presidents

I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind till you just can't see no more
I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind till you just can't see no more

I'm super fly, bitch
I'm not that guy, bitch
I'll fuck you blind, leave you face-down in the ditch
Thought you'd get rich straight fuckin with the player
I'm the Pimp of the Nation yeah the pussy surveyor, hey

I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind til you just can't see no more
I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind bitch
I'll fuck you blind til you just can't see no more

FUCK THAT
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
So all day long I smoke that sess
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like YAH
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say-Fuck That
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say-Fuck That
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say-Fuck That
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say-Fuck That

I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
I feel funny, and I smell like sex
But in my heart I have no regrets
So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul
Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like
Cause everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say-Fuck That
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say-Fuck That
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say-Fuck That
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say-Fuck That

YA' KEEP ON

Shit-God-damn-motherfucker, I'm back
My name ain't Jack, tripper, but I'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
Black ho sayin' that honky's fine
Gettin' mine, just like I'm supposed to
And if you fuck with the Rock, I'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcees
Ain't no love for the wannabes
So, hey ho, don't call me Joe
'Cause the Joe's I know, can't even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya don't want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin' ole school
Basement parties in the Clem fool
Talkin' that trash, I wish you would
Come step to Rock, it's all good

Ya' keep on, uuh Rock the house Rock, Rock the HOUSE
Ya' keep on, yeah
Ya' keep on, uuh uuh
Ya' keep on

N-N-Now it's the Marlboro smokin', fine ho pokin'
Kind buds, be the buds I'm tokin'
Hittin' you saps with the fresh shit
Midwestern funk, and I'm the best bitch
The K to the I to the chrome Ds
I'm the Grand Marquis sippin O.E.
Pimpin' Rock, it's my name, my game
Servin' you hoes like it ain't no thing
I'm the Kid when I rap, Rock when I'm singin'
I don't care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin'
Shit, one time, one rhyme'
'Cause I'm that motherfuckin' ill one, with a steel dick
Hittin' you hoes with the real shit

Ya' keep on, aah Rock the House Rock, Rock the House
Ya' keep on, uhh uhh uhh
Ya' keep on, c'mon y'all uhh
Ya' keep on

I WANNA GO BACK

Uuh, 'Cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the Clem
With some friends George and Jay
Who were the funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
But what a shock it was to be on the set
Comin' from a nice home, now livin' in the projects
No regrets cause I learned a lot
And I earned a lot in the parking lot
Doin' dirt for the O.Gs slangin rocks
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that ain't no fable
Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style switched Hoss
Puttin' in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
Dum-ditty-dum-ditty-ditty-dum-dum
Boom, chick boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin' it up in Duke's basement
Groove Time Productions, we kept the jam jumpin'
Open up your ears I'm tryin' to tell you somethin'
And give some love back to those who loved me
206 Court Street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow Bo, and my home girl Flo
Doc RounCee, used to buy me subs
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasn't in the club
Tom Rich and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no papers
And I'm grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track

Sometimes I cant help but think I wanna go back

(I wanna go back, back in time)
I wanna go back (I wanna go back)
(I wanna go back, go way back, way back)
(I wanna go back, back in time)

Got kicked out again for bein' fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
An' they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies that ain't here, I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring y'all back
I'm pourin' beer out for y'all
I'm singin' I saw the light for my cousin Paul