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Ya' Keep On

Submitted by Kid Rock
on Thu, 11/04/2010 - 4:04pm

Ya' Keep On

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Pass that dang coat boy i'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin with the Boones wine
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 emcee's
Aint no love for the wanna be's
So, hey ho dont call me Joe
Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya dont want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfuckin ole school
Basement party's and the Klem fool
Talkin that trash, i wish you would
Come step to Rock, it's all good

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

Now it's the Marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin
Kind bud, be the bud's i'm tokin
Hittin you straight with the fresh shit
Wid western funk, and i'm the best biatch
The K to the I to the chrome D's
I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E
Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game
Servin you hoe's like it aint no thing
Like a kid when i rap, rock when i'm singin
I dont 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 hoe's with the real shit

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

Now if you dont know hoe, i'm the man in the dark
I got more ripps than Stanly Clark
Or George Clint, shoot, i'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some
If ya need some, here's some
If ya dont just step to the rear son
I'm commin with the quickness
If you dis this biatch, you'll wind up on my hit list
I'll put a bounty on your head
Mclough County (?) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead
Cause i'm a real relevent, elevent, type menace
But it aint Rocky Dennis
Watch me bang this rhyme in half
I'm like Moses, with the mic. as my staph
Layin down them 10 comandments
Tho shall not dis the Rock God damnit

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

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I Wanna Go Back

Submitted by Kid Rock
on Thu, 11/04/2010 - 4:04pm

I Wanna Go Back

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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
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the steps
Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects
No regrets cause I learned alot
And I earned alot in the parking lot
Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that aint 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 Im 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 blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club
Tom Rich and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
And Im 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 (x2)

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 up here I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring y'all back
Im pourin beer out for y'all
Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings alot of tragedy
I look around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
But sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost alot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I aint sayin that Im awe, but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right and to the left
Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Cause sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it dont stop

I Wanna Go Back (x3)

I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim
And when times got grim and I lost my way,
I used to get blown of with Reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams,
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks, runnin' from the cops
The only white kid walkin' round on the block,
Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed
Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck D and Murph were the original three
Now Richard D and Cracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll throught the Clem it's all the same
Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot
Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
Cause ta me life a have now lives for two

Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I wanna go back (x3)

Let it ride, let it ride
way back, uh-huh

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Cowboy

Submitted by Kid Rock
on Thu, 11/04/2010 - 4:04pm

Cowboy

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Average: 4.6 (7 votes)
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Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old drop top find a spot to pimp
And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Sip the Tiajuana I wanna roam
Find the old town chillin fools then come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy
And I'm headin' out west suckerbecause I wanna be a

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away

I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in
It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away

YeahKid Rockyou can call me Tex
Rollin sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimmy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
No kiddin, gun slingin, spurs hittin the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on melock me up and stored away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailordrink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit
I'm flickin my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin until it falls in the ocean

Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine
cowboy

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Bawitdaba

Submitted by Kid Rock
on Thu, 11/04/2010 - 4:04pm

Bawitdaba

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3.375
Average: 3.4 (8 votes)
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Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy

(Get Ready)
My name is KIIIIIIIIIIIIDKid Rock

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy

And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The candid freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the forties and the chicks with beepers
The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort
And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heros in the Methodone Clinic
All you bastards at the IRS
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of jack and the caps of meth
Half pints of love and the fifths of stress
For the hookers all tricking out in Hollywood
And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good and it's all in fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Love Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Kill Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Love Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)

For the time bombs ticking and the heads that hang
All the gangs getting money and the heads that bang bang
Wild mustangs the porno flicks
All my homies in the county in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And for DB Cooper and money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone

What
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy

Love, and for the hate
And for the peace. WARRRRRRRRRRRR

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy

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Where U At Rock

Submitted by Kid Rock
on Thu, 11/04/2010 - 4:04pm

Where U At Rock

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HUH I grew a hurding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
You wanna battle with the Rock quite frontin'
I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin'
Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South
Take your money then I'll tell ya get the hell out
I'll put your head out this is my night
How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic
I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
Paid off the Feds now its all about my crew
What you hoes wanna do
One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew
Like a south bound trucker
Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts mother fuckers take a loss
And when you step with your anger
I'm like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger)
I give a warning but if you don't take it
I'll put my arm around your neck like we're cool then I'll break it
It's all real cop a feel from my steel
Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal
Or better yet give respect where it's earned
You eat me up I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned
You took a turn for the worst
Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse
Now how you gonna front on that
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at

Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with your girl the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at

1 2 and it don't stop
3 4 and it don't quit
1 2 and it don't stop

From the depths of hell to God's right hand side
I'm what's left of the get paid, self made pride
I'll step in stride I'm raw as cow hide
My first LP is still sellin' that ain't no Jive
Am I the chosen one
Some people ain't getttin' where I'm comin' from
Or where I'm goin' to stand back
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at

Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Rock the house Yo

And I'll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye
Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that im crazy fly
I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier bro
I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe
Old Crow and a soul full of desperation
I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration
For you're church or you're family
Ayn Rand couldn't stand me so she banned me
I'm like a dandy lion Jack
You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back
And attack from the back like a great white
I'm not down with the scrappin' but I'm down for the gun fight
Behind my back talkin' shit
But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch
Keep on and you get your ass macked
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at

Where you at rock where you at
Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care

Where you at rock where you at
Over here, Over here, Uh Over Here
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care

Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Where you at rock where you at
Over here, Over here, Uh Over Here
Where you at rock where you at
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
Where you at rock where you at

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