Paid
(专辑: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - 1996)
Kid Rock, and I
got all the
hoes saying (Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, all-night long Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby Fuck me, baby, fuck me 'til the
break of dawn) And while you're out gang-banging trying to catch a
murder case Your ho's on my couch getting fucked in the
face Bumping to the
bass of some old-school rap jams (say what?) This ain't tennis, but, yo, I'll use my back hand On any grown man who tries to check Rock I
wanna head-bang, I
gotta hip-hop 'Cause I'mma stick with what got me paid Licking that coochie with the
high-top fade I'm self-made like Henry Ford I'm on this mic, but it feels like I
been here before I
want more than the
next man Respect, plus the
cash, big checks, and Mack on hoes like Rudy Ray 'Cause the
reach-around just sounds so gay (hm!) I
don't even swing that way I
told you hoes before I'm the K
I
to the
D, R-O-C-K'ing Rhyme saying, guitar playing Turntable spinning at a
basement jam No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand What it's like to be so real You got the
beats and the
rhymes, but you ain't got no feel I
don't need no fancy music to make mine Just a
beat and a
funky-ass bass line Drop a
couple cuts on this track 8-tracks to the
motherfucking wax So while you're making records that don't recoup I'm in the
house getting paid like Snoop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Kid Rock, and I
got all the
hoes saying (Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, all-night long Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby Fuck me, baby, fuck me 'til the
break of dawn Ooh, oh, yeah, all-night long) I
want my khakis washed, starched, and creased I
want an order of fries with a
side of grease I
wish for peace throughout this land I
want the
whole fucking world in my hands I
want a
band like the
U.S. funk mob See, I
can rap, I
don't have to lay sod Just to make ends meet October 31st, yelling, "Trick-or-treat!" (Oh, aren't you a
little old to be trickin') You see my mask and bag, bitch, I
ain't bull-shitting Hitting home runs like Rusty Staub I'm kinda anal, 'cause I
ain't no fucking slob I'm the
cradle that's able to rock any format But still I'm labeled, and treated like a
doormat Where's the
whores at? Westside Hoes like cars, so I
ride 'em for a
test drive I'm like a
Pringle, I
won't go soft I
got a
new jingle, I'm about to go off Hey, ho, check it out I'd really like to turn you out And if you'd be good to me I'll yodel in your valley Kid Rock ain't nothing nice Got the
soft porn booming with the
beans and rice Got a
head full of lice 'cause I'm such a
scum Got a
pocket full of money, but I'm dressed like a
bum Got a
business mind, so if I
lose the
funk I'll still be in the
house getting paid like Trump (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Kid Rock, and I
got all the
hoes saying (Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, all-night long Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby Fuck me, baby, fuck me 'til the
break of dawn) Oh yeah, come on, come on, baby, all-night long Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby Come on, come on, come on, all-night long