Lay It On Me

Cowboy baby You know my credits Don't ask if it's true Fuck it I said it Regret It Never Pimpin' Forever Pull more ho's than a free cash lever So you better never Question the clever clever I'll sever whatever go getter and turn em' redder than ever You bet I'll wet her And leaving her making' to miss me Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit City 71 supercharged big block hemi Your El DeBarge I'm livin' more like Lemmy Benny and The Jets is Hot But you ain't never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock And Twisted Brown Trucker's like a loaded gun We're the band That other bands run from Doing the backstage boogie Is were you'll find me If you want some of that Flash a pass come back And lay it on me Chorus Lay it on me Baby you've got to Lay it on me Just lay it on me You gots to Lay it on me Now, people always saying I ain't living right But it ain't my fault you misplaced your life Replaced your wife With some two bit missy Now she's getting fucked up in Detroit City Tripping' with the hippies Bikers, Thugs Hit me with a Mickey Fast women and drugs One love for two minutes The third minute I'm gone Wake me up to eat Around the crack of dawn I'm making pancakes baby If you crack me eggs You'll feel the Irish tornado If you spread your legs No need to brag And don't trail behind me Just step up front A little lady Chorus Lay it on me Baby you've got to lay it on me Just lay it on me You've gots to lay it on me We're coming Live from Detroit It's Saturday night Got the funky fresh rhymes No need to bite And to ya'll he haws Who thought I'd never rank I'm going All the way to the bank bitch I got rich off of keeping it real While you Radioheads Are reinventing the wheel Got critics all tripping off of I don't know what While I'm sippin' King Louis Not giving a fuck Trash me in the news Give me wack reviews But you'll never find another Who can fill my shoes Who can moan the blues Who can rock the rap Who can rock Who can roll Who can flow like that Black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers From Pam Anderson To Susan Summers Understand I want peace like Gandhi But until that dayI'm a walk this way So lay it on me I'm talking all night long Lay it on me Like a bang a gong Lay it on me With AC/DC on From Hells Bells To the next 9 songs Lay it on I can love you like that Lay it on me I'd rather fuck to Foghat Lay it on me I can make you shake Slow ride it baby Through the piano break Come on So step up front a little lady Lay it on me 04. Cocky Guess who's back I used to be broke Confused No Joke Got used Smoked Dope Paid Dues Refused To give up quick Now there's 10 Million Motherfuckers on my dick Sold what Say how Say who Fuck what Fuck me Fuck you Come clean You know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam And still stand still I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in a swimming pool Fly like a seagull Kickin' like a mule More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool I deliver fool Who the fuck are you I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock From the old school Got more money Than Matchbox 20 Get more ass Than Mark McGrath (Chorus) They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City A-Shirts Cadillac Big titties Skinny models You can keep those I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's Don't you know Talk fast Pimp slow Show up Z black ties In t-shirts & slippers Sippin' liquor, fuck models Love strippers, known 9's The big tipper with the big dipper I got queer holding key to my zipper Fuck a real good girl I've got the baddest bitch in the world (Chorus) You think you got it good In Hollywood I got acres of land Laid back in the woods Holdin' shares Cool like Fonzie Rollin' Lake St. Clair In my forty foot Donzie You got a Bentley Wow I got jets with wet bars And trucks with gold plows Bitch bow when I pimp thru For the Kid, the Rock The Red, White and Blue Who knew the Kid would be Everything from old George Jones to Jazz Are you scared Cause when the Kid's in the house Better come prepared And I swear I'm sick Of getting ripped off So pissed About to be pissed off Mackin' me Cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm slappin' my gardeners And fuckin' my maids Never mind my age But if we're taking numbers 15 million sold motherfucker They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up Cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up They say I'm cocky And I say what It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up