Kid Rock Lyrics
Kid Rock Lyrics
"Genuine Article Lyrics"
Reflections Lyrics
Instrumental
Instrumental
Do what you have to
I did what I had to
To break through a pick a style that sticks like glue
And as I rank I wanna thank no one
Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done
You helped me around
My parents put me down
I never skipped town
I stood my ground
We kept showin up
Drinkin and throwin up
Rap was my life
As I was growin up
Actin a fool in school no one topped up
Smart ass in class at times abnoxious
Drivin a bronco
Runnin my own show
And pullin the look a like Marilyn Monroe hoes
And me and Bo got together
It made sense
Spent many nights in Mt. Clemens basement
I scratched records and performed a few tricks
KDC mix
Let the Black man talk shit
Pumpin the n
Way 2 Fonky Lyrics
[DJ Quik] Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-ass groove My name is Quik and I'm smooth, and I'm makin yo' ugly bitch move With the streets you can't lose, but if you still wanna choose to be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so duck her And to you motherfuckers thinkin you wanna fade me? I'm runnin the underground, so fool, you're crazy And you bett
ew sounds town to town[DJ Quik] Oh yes I'm new and improved, and to a funky-ass groove My name is Quik and I'm smooth, and I'm makin yo' ugly bitch move With the streets you can't lose, but if you still wanna choose to be a sucka, I got a 380 punk, so duck her And to you motherfuckers thinkin you wanna fade me? I'm runnin the underground, so fool, you're crazy And you bett
Who holds it down like Bad Leroy Brown
Now I wont stop cuz yo I'm Kid Rock
The Genuine Article
Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done
F-F- Fames a costin the price ain't nice
Its like the roll of the dice
Or a whole new life
But don? get my song wrong
I enjoy it alot
Walkin around like a big shot
Cuz I'm Kid Rock
Smooth as an ice cube
Cool as an igloo
And more complex, than a rubix cube
A healthy wealthy young one with a quick tongue
Smart from the start and from the heart my rhymes run
And as I incline thru time to get mine
I try not to slide but walk a straight line
Though it? hard when the climb gets steep
The one who finds is the one who s
Cosmetic Lyrics
obsessed with the images of how your lives should be. you take the bait. wasting your time running from time. dreading the mirror's gaze. there's an agency hiding behind your worst fears and your working for them. but we've got the power and we got the vision to see through the bullshit. hate yourself cause they tell you that you'll never really measure up. the pressures
eksobsessed with the images of how your lives should be. you take the bait. wasting your time running from time. dreading the mirror's gaze. there's an agency hiding behind your worst fears and your working for them. but we've got the power and we got the vision to see through the bullshit. hate yourself cause they tell you that you'll never really measure up. the pressures
So I sought and fought
And alot I got taught
And although I left those who stole got caught
Many shows I rocked
Many suckers I laughed at
And those who snapped back usually got slapped
The cat if I was strap
Cuz I was a sun of a gun
Livin life on the run
Now I pleaded 18 and outdone by none
Bold, Young, Handsome, Bad like Bronson
Pumpin the new sounds town to town
And when in motown I cool out in Greektown
On the upside with nuthin too high
The Genuine Article
Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done
Chuck nice break that beat down
Six Generations of rap and I? first
Ready to burst, the style is rehersed
I worked and worked and worked and I worked
When many tho
Doin' My Time Lyrics
Written by Jimmy Skinner On this old rock pile, with a ball and chain They call me by a number not a name, Lord Lord I've gotta do my time, I've gotta do my time With an achin' heart and a worried mind When that old judge, looked down and smiled Said I'll put you up that river for a while Lord Lord I've gotta do my time, I've gotta do my timeught I was just gettin jerked
Use the fuze but I payed my dues
And now know one out there could fill my shoes
And my pants and do this dance
This shit didn't happen by chance
It went slow not quick but now I'm your pick
Ain? that a trip when I started from zip
And now up and up and up I wont stop
The flop just pop The flat top the Kid Rock
Yes me below key MC
With the ability to rock the party
Anywhere and make people stare
I? lookin while I? cookin with no care
Pumpin the new sounds town to town
Who holds it down like bad Leroy Brown
And still I wont stop growin this flat top
The Genuine Article
Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done
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Written by Jimmy Skinner On this old rock pile, with a ball and chain They call me by a number not a name, Lord Lord I've gotta do my time, I've gotta do my time With an achin' heart and a worried mind When that old judge, looked down and smiled Said I'll put you up that river for a while Lord Lord I've gotta do my time, I've gotta do my time
Use the fuze but I payed my dues
And now know one out there could fill my shoes
And my pants and do this dance
This shit didn't happen by chance
It went slow not quick but now I'm your pick
Ain? that a trip when I started from zip
And now up and up and up I wont stop
The flop just pop The flat top the Kid Rock
Yes me below key MC
With the ability to rock the party
Anywhere and make people stare
I? lookin while I? cookin with no care
Pumpin the new sounds town to town
Who holds it down like bad Leroy Brown
And still I wont stop growin this flat top
The Genuine Article
Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done
(Music Fades To Back)