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(专辑： Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast - 1990)

Do what you have to
I did what I had to
To break through and pick a style that sticks like glue
And as I rank I wanna thank no one
'Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done
You helped me around
My parents put me down
I never skipped town
I stood my ground
We kept showing up
Drinking and throwing up
Rap was my life
As I was growing up
Acting a fool in school no one topped us
Smart ass in class at times obnoxious
Driving a Bronco
Running my own show
And pulling the look a like Marilyn Monroe hoes
And me and Bo got together
Made sense
Spent many nights in Mt. Clemens basements
I scratched records and performed a few tricks
KDC mixed, let the Black Man talk shit
Pumping the new sounds town to town
Who holds it down like Bad Leroy Brown
Now I won't stop 'cause yo I'm Kid Rock
The Genuine Article

They don't want me
'Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done

F-F-Fames a costing the price ain't nice
It's like the roll of the dice
For a whole new life
But don't get my song wrong
I enjoy it a lot
Walking around like a big shot
'Cause I'm Kid Rock
Smooth as an ice cube
Cool as an igloo
And more complex, than a Rubik's cube
A healthy wealthy young one with a quick tongue
Smart from the start and from the heart my rhymes run
And as I incline through time to get mine
I try not to slide, but walk a straight line
Though it's hard when the climb gets steep
The one who finds is the one who seeks
So I sought and fought
And a lot got taught
And those kleptos who stole got caught
Many shows I rocked at
Many suckers I laughed at
And those who snapped back usually got slapped
Or capped if I was strapped
'Cause I was a son of a gun
Living life on the run
Now I pleaded 18 and outdone by none
Bold, young, handsome, bad like Bronson
Pumping the new sounds town to town
And when in Motown I cool out in Greektown
On the upside with nothing too hide
The Genuine Article

They don't want me
'Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done

Chuck nice break that beat down

Six Generations of rap and I'm first
Ready to burst, the style is rehearsed
I worked and worked and worked and I worked
When many thought I was just getting jerked
Used, abused, but I paid my dues
And now no one out there could fill my shoes
And my pants and do this dance
This shit didn't happen by chance
It went slow not quick, but now I'm your pick
Ain't that a trip when I started from zip
And now up and up and up I won't stop
The flop just pop the flat top the Kid Rock
Yes me the low key MC
With the ability to rock a party
Anywhere and make people stare
I'm looking while I'm cooking with no care
Pumping the new sound town to town
Who holds it down like bad Leroy Brown
And still I won't stop growing this flat top

The Genuine Article

They don't want me
'Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done