History of Rock, The lyrics

What's my name?
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Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
What's my name?
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
What's my name?
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Ahhhhhhh
I'm here and it's clear, I'm gonna flow so yo black

bawitdaba
Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba-da bang-da-dang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up drop the boogie

Repeat 3X

My name is Kid... Kid Rock!

Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie
Bawitdaba-da bang-da-bang-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie

Cowboy...cowboy...
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp
And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most

I've been sittin' here
Tryin' to find myself
I get behind myself
I need to rewind myself
Lookin' for the payback
Listen for the playback
They say that every man bleeds just like me
And now I feel like number one

Kid rock that's right you know I'm back ho
From the dead where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I ain't changed nothing
Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother fucker that's me
In the flesh and I guess I'm the best
In the muther fuckin midwest cuz there's no contest
For the pimp in the pimp of the nation
So fuck college and a good education
All we need to learn is how to hold hands

My veins are poppin from this love inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
Dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too

Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord
Oh Lord

This is the true story about mackin

Check it
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 ya here me yaaaawwwwn
Just drop that top
Come on, girl
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well, well
Come on, girl, Yeeeaaahhh

And I be catchin them northern pike

I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
So all day long I smoke that sess
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like YAHHHHHHHH!!!
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us

So let's ride, not slide, let's mack

Our lesson begins in the small town of Romeo Michigan 1985
Several years ago
Deep on the West side of Detroit
I rank souly with old and new school rules of hip hop
Don Balaw, Wes Chill and my DJ JC fresh
Rockin' microphones and turn tables day by day, and night by night
But still the force was not complete
That's when we met our homeboy by the name of Kid Rock

Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin': Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn

And while your out gangbangin'
tryin to catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch
gettin' fucked in the face
Bumpin' to the bass of the old school rap jams
This ain't tennis,

I'm on the brink I wonder what u bitches think
like Madonna walkin round like you ship doesn't stink
No class jack ass bitches actin like a burro
dressed in black head to toe thinkin you're so fuckin euro
Tryin to act Manhattan when you're from some little village
In a Public Enemy shirt and it's all for your image
Cuz any other rap you think it's crap fuckin trash

See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school. I never begged to go
I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on the biskit lands

A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well

And I be catchin' them northern pike

Fuck Off

Unlike me, you're gonna run away
Unlike me, you'll see another day
Run like me, out on the highway
I will ride so faaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr
I'll probably never make it therrreee

I never went to college, I ain't got no skills
I got hair to my shoulders and a bottle of pills
I got bills stacked up like a turkey club
I blew my last dime drinkin at the local pub

I am not sunshine

Cuz growin up I was never the logical one,
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped,
I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back
filled with spite staying high as a kite,
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
pool hustling trying to make that green,
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13

I need somebody won't u help me,
I need somebody won't you tell me who I am
I need somebody please please help me,
I need somebody u must tell me who I am
I've been livin a lie so long it seems I've lived a life time.
If u could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like heaven
And I believe it stems down from my family situation,
I never liked my old man,

Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state with my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I play their game, and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on this....
Are you scared

Devil without cause, and I'm back
with the Beaver hat and Ben Davis slacks

Pass that dang coat boy i'm back
My name aint Jack Tripper, but i'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin with the Boones wine
Gettin mine, just like i'm supposed to
And if you fuck with the Rock, i'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcee's
Aint no love for the wanna be's
So, hey ho dont call me Joe
Cause the Joe's i know, cant even flow

Cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the clem
With some friends George and Jay
We was a funky fresh crew when i DJ'ed
But what a shock it was to be on the set
Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects
No regrets cause I learned alot
And I earned alot in the parking lot
Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rocks
You can call me that little white kid

Thats right motherfuckers...Im back
(Thi is the true story about mackin')
Times are changing, more so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if you hear me yell, just pop that top
And i be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound chest
Sucess, never fessed take a guess
I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp

(What's my name)

Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black,
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cuz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess,
It's the kid muther fucker and I'm gonna get loose
Cuz I got the juice to spruce and get nice and,
so enticing,
strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows,
that I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash,
slash and when I trash I bash,