3 Sheets To The Wind (What's My Name)

I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick I'm nothin but a funky country hick But I still get down with a sound that pumps And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump Never been questioned by the F.B.I Although I've tried every method just to get high L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on Down to the muther fuckin A.M. As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come On, Come On What's My Name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Sing that shit Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Uhh I said what's my name? Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Now break it down like this 3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in Half off the wagon with my feet draggin Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho So count my props you can't get with me And fuck all u cops u ain't shit to me But hoes with guns playin hard for fun So stay off my dick because I ain't the one For anyone tryin to bust And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine Now tell me what's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come on bitch What's my name Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Come on, come on Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock Uhh I said what's my name Kid Rock