Letra Early mornin stoned pimp (feat. joe c and tino) de Kid Rock

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Early mornin stoned pimp (feat. joe c and tino)

This is the true story about mackin')
Times are changing, more so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if you hear me yell, just drop that top
And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test
Sucess, never fessed take a guess
I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp
Straight limpin boones from drinkin
At the party big booty pinchin
Chillin, like a villian
Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin,
the find hoe drillin'
With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain
Been gone too long, too much cocaine
But now that Im back on the block, I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night, my games tight
I wish you might take a bite
Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the harvest.
Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town
Top Dog get down
Radio wont play me
But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin with the "boom boom boom" biatch
Im from the six biatch straight from the R-O
"Kid Rock, I aint not bitch"
Oh yes you are hoe
So quit frontin like ya dont know
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
Get a good look, bro, get a good gander
Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser
Spreadin like a cancer, a virus
Now your lookin really gay
Like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus
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 cant see
Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV
I be what they call an O G bitch
I'm the mother fuckin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Say what
One time for your mother
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all
Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss
Got the money green cutty with the high pro gloss
A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee
Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch.
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I dont be givin' a fuck
Who the hell can rap better then 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 slimmy's, and the cities that I rock
So a oh baby baby baby let me love ya
If you wanna get your freak on
I just fuck ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh
Bitch, shit, I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Hey hey hey yeah yeah
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all

I'm Joe C bitch
Let me get them digits
I might be a little small hoe
But I aint no God damn midget
So stick it up your ass where the sun dont shine
I'm verticly challenged, your verticly 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 aint bullshittin
So groove baby groove baby call your momma
I'm like Charlie Hooker girl
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Eith the boogie drama yeah
With the boogie drama oh yeah
Ridin around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good.
With the boogie, drama yeah
Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine.
Playin the radio you look so fine.
With the boogie, drama
With the boogie, drama
Well well well baby
Let's get funkie, that's my job
Punchin 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out, let's get funky
Come on everybody With the boogie drama

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This is the true story about mackin') 
Times are changing, more so each year 
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here 
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock 
And if you hear me yell, just drop that top 
And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test 
Sucess, never fessed take a guess 
I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp 
Straight limpin boones from drinkin 
At the party big booty pinchin 
Chillin, like a villian 
Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin, 
the find hoe drillin' 
With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain 
Been gone too long, too much cocaine 
But now that Im back on the block, I'm ready to rock 
Left to right, all night, my games tight 
I wish you might take a bite 
Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the harvest. 
Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town 
Top Dog get down 
Radio wont play me 
But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazy 
Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks 
Kid Rock be comin with the "boom boom boom" biatch 
Im from the six biatch straight from the R-O 
"Kid Rock, I aint not bitch" 
Oh yes you are hoe 
So quit frontin like ya dont know 
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino 
Get a good look, bro, get a good gander 
Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser 
Spreadin like a cancer, a virus 
Now your lookin really gay 
Like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus 
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 cant see 
Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV 
I be what they call an O G bitch 
I'm the mother fuckin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp 
Say what 
One time for your mother 
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all 
Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop y'all 
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all 
Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all 
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all 
Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop y'all 
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all 
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all 
Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss 
Got the money green cutty with the high pro gloss 
A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee 
Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch. 
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses 
I only bust the fat asses 
And I dont be givin' a fuck 
Who the hell can rap better then 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 slimmy's, and the cities that I rock 
So a oh baby baby baby let me love ya 
If you wanna get your freak on 
I just fuck ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh 
Bitch, shit, I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp 
Hey hey hey yeah yeah 
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all 
Just throw your hands up high hip-hop y'all 
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all 
Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all 
Just throw your hands up high lets rock y'all 
Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop y'all 
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all 
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all

I'm Joe C bitch 
Let me get them digits 
I might be a little small hoe 
But I aint no God damn midget 
So stick it up your ass where the sun dont shine 
I'm verticly challenged, your verticly 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 aint bullshittin 
So groove baby groove baby call your momma 
I'm like Charlie Hooker girl 
I got the boogie drama 
With the boogie drama 
Eith the boogie drama yeah 
With the boogie drama oh yeah 
Ridin around the neighborhood 
Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good. 
With the boogie, drama yeah 
Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine. 
Playin the radio you look so fine. 
With the boogie, drama 
With the boogie, drama 
Well well well baby 
Let's get funkie, that's my job 
Punchin 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12 
Day in and day out, let's get funky 
Come on everybody With the boogie drama