Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp (Featuring Joe C. And Tino)
A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers I'm Back. 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. So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if ya me yawn Just drop that top Come on... Hey hey hey Well well well well Hey hey hey Well well well well
And I be catchin' them northern pike Like on a ten pound test Success, 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 villian, balloon fillin Whack MC 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
Radio won't 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 I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO
"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch" Ah, yes you are ho So quit frontin' like ya don't know, when I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino "What's up?" So get a good look bro Get a good gander I'm made in Detroit but my name aint Stanzler Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus I'm the highest MC of all time Got my mind on the D And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV I be What they call an O-G bitch I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
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
Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause A Lincoln Continental and a Gran 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
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 Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp
Hey hey hey 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 name is Tino, you know Baby let's get funky, I'm lik