Kid Rock: Early mornin stoned pimp

Check itTimes are changinTalk about itMore so each yearBut the Early Mornin, Stoned Pimp is hereYeahSo let it rain, and let the guitar rockAnd if ya here me yaaaawwwwnJust drop that topCome on, girlHey hey heyWell well well wellHey hey heyWell well well well, wellCome on, girl, YeeeaaahhhAnd I be catchin them northern pikeLike on a ten pound testPosess, never fess, take a guessI be the early mornin stoned pimpStraight limpin,Boone's Farm drinkinAt the party big booty pinchinChillin, like a villian, balloon fillinWhack MC killin, the fine hoe drillinWith the million dollar talent and the ten cent brainBeen gone too long, too much cocaineBut now that I'm back, on the blockI'm ready to rockLeft to right, all nightMy game's tight, I wish you mightTake a biteOut of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic productFresh from the harvestWho'll be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in townTop Dog get down, UhRadio won't play meBut still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazyinWicked witches be flyin on broomsticksKid Rock be comin with the boom boom boom biatchI from the sticks biatchStraight from the ROKid Rock I aint's no bitchAh, yes you are hoeSo quit frontin like y'all don't knowWhen I step straight into the party with my homeboy TinoWhat's up?So get a good look bro, get a good ganderI'm made in Detroit, but my name aint StanzlerSpreadin' like a cancer, a virusWhile you're lookin really gay like fuckin Billy Ray CyrusI'm the highest MC of all timeGot my mind on the DAnd the D on my mindAnd the line gets drawn when my eyes can't seeHit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IVI beWhat they call an O-G bitchI'm the motherfuckin Early Mornin Stoned PimpSay what?One time for youNow throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'allJust throw your hands up high, hip hop y'allJust throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'allBecause a Detroit party don't stop y'allJust throw your hands up high, let's rock y'allJust throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'allJust throw your hands up high, let's rock y'allBecause a Kid Rock party don't stop y'allNow I'm the self made mack on a mountain on MarsGot the money green, cut it with the high roll glossA Lincoln Continental and a Grand MarquisRag top, drop down, rollin on chrome D's biatchThe purple furs and the gold trim glassesI only bust the fat assesAnd I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than meCause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real GH-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpinEarly mornin stoned pimpinI been down, been aroundFrom the bottom to the topPartyin down with the slimmies in the cities that I rockSo ah, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love yaOr if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck yaWith the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shitI'm the Early Morning Stoned PimpHahahaHey hey heyCome on yoNow throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'allJust throw your hands up high, hip hop y'allJust throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'allBecause a Detroit party don't stop y'allJust throw your hands up high, let's rock y'allJust throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'allJust throw your hands up high, let's rock y'allBecause a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all[Joe C]I'm Joe C bitchLet me get them digitsI might be a little small hoeBut I ain't no God damn midgetSo stick it up your ass where the sun don't shineI'm vertically challenged, your vertically blindI'm three foot nine, it's ten foot longI'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bongI can flow on like all night longTill the break of dawnTill the early mornI'm a thorn in your sideCan you feel me stickinEighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittinSo groove baby groove baby call your mommaI'm like Charlie Hooker girlI got the boogie dramaWith the boogie drama, whatWith the boogie drama, yeahWith the boogie drama, oh yeahRidin around the neighborhoodMe and Kid Rock were up to no goodWith the boogie drama, yeahWith your leather miniskirt and we got some winePlayin the radio, ya look so fineWith the boogie drama, yeahWell, Well, Well, boogie drama, oh babyLet's get funky, that's my jobWith the boogie drama, oh yeahPunchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty-four, times twelveWith the boogie drama, oh yeahDay in and day outWith the boogie drama, oh yeahLet's get funkyCome on everybodyWell, with the boogie dramaWith the boogie drama