Artista: Kid Rock
  Canción: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

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 yaaawwwn 
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 
Like on a ten pound test 
Posess, 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' 
Whack MC killin', the fine hoe 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, Uh 
Radio won't play me 
But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazyin 
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 aint's no bitch 
Ah, yes you are hoe 
So quit frontin like y'all don't know 
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino 
What's up? 
So get a good look bro, get a good gander 
I'm made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanzler 
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus 
While you're lookin really gay like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus 
I'm the highest MC 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 O-G bitch 
I'm the motherfuckin Early Mornin Stoned Pimp 

Say what? 

One time for you 
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 on Mars 
Got the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss 
A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis 
Rag top, drop down, rollin on chrome D's biatch 
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses 
I only bust the fat asses 
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me 
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G 
H-I-J-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 ah, 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 ahhh, biatch, shit 
I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp 
Hahaha... 

Hey hey hey 
Come on, yo 

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 

(Tino)
My name is Tino, you know
Baby let's get funky
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl
But I ain't no goddamn junkie
Crusin' with the Kid in my '71
To the crib of love
Gonna get us some
Ladies, we keep 'em on a string-a
Midget's in the house wanna smell my finga'
Comin' for ya baby cause your so suburban
How do ya like me now
In my brand new turban
Im'a natural born hoodlem
Not George Raft
One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove baby
Call you mama
I'm like John Lee Hooker Girl

I got the boogie drama 
With the boogie drama, what 
With the boogie drama, yeah 
With the boogie drama, oh yeah 

Ridin' around the neighborhood 
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good 
With the boogie drama, yeah 
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine 
Playin the radio, ya look so fine 
With the boogie drama, yeah 
Well, Well, Well, boogie drama, oh baby 
Let's get funky, that's my job 
With the boogie drama, oh yeah, 
Punchin' nine to five, seven times, times twenty-four, times twelve 
With the boogie drama, oh yeah 
Day in and day out 
With the boogie drama, oh yeah 
Let's get funky 
Come on everybody 
Well, with the boogie drama 
With the boogie drama...