Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp [2000 version]

This is the true story about mackin'
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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-IJ-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 digit's
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