Early Mornin’ Stoned Pimp (2000 version)

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Times are changin'

(Talk about it)

More so each year

But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here

(Yeah)

So let it rain, and let the guitar rock

And if you hear me yawn

(Then just drop that top)

Come on, girl

Hey, hey, hey

(Well, well, well, well)

Hey, hey, hey

(Well, well, well, well, well)






And I be catchin' them Northern Pike like on a ten pound test

Smoke sess, 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'

Wack emcee 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, uhh

Radio won't play me

But still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazy

And 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't's no bitch"

Uh, yes you are ho

So quit frontin' like you don't know

When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino

"What's up?"

Get a good look bro, get a good gander

I'm made in Detroit but my name ain't Stanzler

Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus

While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray (censored), huh

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 can't see

Hit me twice with the '
Tussin and the morphine IV

I be, what they call an OG, bitch

I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

(Say whaaat?)






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 a 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 a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all






Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain of moss

Got the money green Cutty with the high pro gloss

A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis

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 don't be givin' a fuck who the hell can rap better than me

Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and a 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

So uh, 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, ah, bitch

Shit, I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp

Hey hey hey

Come on y'all






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 a 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 a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all






I'm Joe C. bitch

Let me get them digits

I might be a little small, ho

But I ain't no god damn midget

So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine

I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically blind

I'm three-foot-nine, it's ten foot long

I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong

I can flow all night, all night long

Until the break of dawn, 'til the early morn'

I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin'

80 pills a day bitch I ain't bullshittin'

So groove baby, groove baby, call your mama

I'm like John Lee Hooker, girl






I got the boogie drama

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama






Ridin' around the neighborhood

Me and Kid Rock were up to no good

With the boogie drama

With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine

Playin' the radio ya look so fine

With the boogie drama

Well, Well, Well, baby

With the boogie drama

Let's get funky, 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

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama