1992 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 some biskit lands People always tell me I′m a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit And I was born to be a hick Ohhh I was born to be a hick man 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 some biskit lands People always tell me I′m a twisted man Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit And I was born to be a hick See I was born to be a hick man Yeah I was born to be a hick man Yeah yeah yeah I′m a shot gun tokin I′m a John Deer drivin I′m a hiiiiiiick Ahhh har
What′s my name? Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock What′s my name? Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock What′s my name? Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock Ahh... I′m here and it′s clear I′m gonna flow so yo black Just get on up or yo get the bozak Cause it ain′t Kojak or Dr. Suess It′s the kid muther fucker and I′m gonna get loose Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and So enticin 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 I get ill I chill but u don′t know the half I trip I rip and though I think I′m slick I′m nothin but a funky country hick But I still get down with a sound that pumps And u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump Never been questioned by the F.B.I Although I′ve tried every method just to get high L.S.D. is what I′m trippin on And O.E. bitch is what I′m sippin on A big fat booty′s what I′m grippin on But for now I′m gonna rock and keep rippin on Down to the muther fuckin A.M. As I co pump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem No pain on gain...Now c′mon y′all and tell me what′s my name Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock Come on, Come on Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock What′s my name? Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock Sing that shit Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock Uhh..I said what′s my name? Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock Now break it down like this 3 sheets to the wind is the state I′m in Half off the wagon with my feet draggin Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock I′m true I′m blue like Captain Kangaroo And for the few who knew yo I′m a bang for you Cause the Kid Rock ain′t no bitch yo And I ain′t no radio wanna get rich hoe So count my props you can′t get with me and fuck all You cops You ain′t shit to me But hoes with guns playin hard for fun So stay off my dick cause I ain′t the one For anyone tryin to bust me up You better chill with that tryin to fuck me up And if you′re talkin shit I′m gonna shut ya up And all ya wacked D.J.′s I′m gonna cut ya up Cause I don′t give a fuck about no one And when I wax I tax and that′s just how it goes son Yo I ain′t no sucker Cause I′m the kid.."rock muther fucker" Straight from Mo-town and I won′t slow down I cease and the cheese M.C,′s I moe down And I show no shame cause I′m down for mine Now tell me what′s my name Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock Come on bitch, what′s my name? Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock Come on Come on Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock I said what′s my name? Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
From hard luck tricks To trust fund freaks Bathroom stalls to penthouse suites I been around I been around From the bottom of the barrel To the cream of the crop They′ve picked me up And I′ve watched ′em drop I been around I been around I sang ′em all a song or two About simple things Still I feel I′m bein′ used Ain′t a damn thing changed
I′m an outlaw Bad Leroy Brown The only Cool Hand Luke left in this town I get my lovin′ on the run I′m a low down Mister fly by night Baby slow down Let me show you right I sure don′t wanna hurt no one
So, don′t tell me you love me Don′t tell me you love, love me do Don′t tell me you love me Cuz love′s one thing that I cannot do And it′s the only thing that I can′t give to you
From Hollywood hoes to backstage jive Jacked up trucks and Gulf Stream 5′s I been around I been around From silly little girls who play them games To the rich and famous I won′t say no names I been around I been around You gotta touch the stove to learn they say Get burnt and learn that way You better keep your feelings at bay Or honey you gonna pay
I′m an outlaw Bad Leroy Brown I′m the only John Wayne left in this town I get my lovin′ on the run I′m a low down Mister fly by night Baby slow down I′ma fuck you right I sure don′t wanna hurt no one
So, don′t tell me you love me Don′t tell me you love, love me do Don′t tell me you love me Cuz love′s one thing that I cannot do And it′s the only thing that I can′t give to you
Hard to remember if anything was real Cold like December and I don′t like how that feels I been livin′ a long time I been givin′ a long time too And I can′t believe I wasted so much time on you But time has brought me back around Back around to me And I feel so free Yeah
Now who′s gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight Sugar tonight Now who′s gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight Sugar tonight
Bad like Brutus Hit like Joe Louis I gots lots of cash But I′m not Jewish I′m not no nudist I′m fully clothed And I fuck hot pussy until it′s cold Got rhymes of gold Got a voice of platinum I′m not Dwayne Wayne But that′s what′s happening I′m back in black and if ya have to ask You can kiss my Anglo-Saxon ass Now who′s gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight Sugar tonight Now who′s gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight Sugar tonight
Hot like a toti Smooth like Mondovi Around the way they call me Bathroom Bobby Sugar is my hobby and my greatest joy And that′s why they call me "cowboy"
No Jive I come alive like Frampton I′m bigger than Seinfeld′s house in the Hamptons Cramp my style, go ahead and give it your best But I ain′t met a mutha fucka who can do that yet
Now who′s gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight Sugar tonight Now who′s gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight Sugar tonight
Hey Now who′s gonna give me some sugar tonight Whoo woo Whoo woo Now who′s gonna give me some sugar tonight Whoo woo Whoo woo
They call me Shotgun Bobby, rock the young hotties Jock the John Gottis, sock the paparazzi Real life Fonzie, I roll like Yahtzee I like stars and bars but I ain′t no Nazi So fuck you, fuck u in the nose Fuck you and your flows, fuck you and your hoes Fuck u and your mother if u can′t understand it I′m the illest mutha fucker on the God damn planet Huh
I got my Cat Scratch Fever eight-track My best friend′s in a gun rack I′m a lowlife I owe everybody money I think racist jokes are funny I′m a lowlife I got a dirty mind, a gutter mouth I′m makin′ time, I′m goin′ out With your wife
Cuz I′m a lowlife I′m a lowlife
I got kids I never seen And their momma′s seventeen I′m a lowlife I take strippers out to breakfast You can add that to my checklist I′m a lowlife Ahh the landlord called the rent is due I spent it all on a Kiss tattoo I Rock n Roll all night
Cuz I′m a lowlife I′m a lowlife I′m a lowlife Livin′ the highlife
I′m watchin′ porno on the TV Wonderin′ why she′d ever leave me I′m a lowlife The object of my affection Asked the police for protection I′m a lowlife The romance is gone, I′m doin′ fine Me and your mom had a real good time Just last night
Cuz I′m a lowlife I′m a lowlife
I make black music for the white man Keep cocaine upon my nightstand I′m a lowlife Ain′t never hung out in the Catskills But I′ve been to jail in Nashville I′m a lowlife I′ve got a dirty mind, a gutter mouth I′m makin′ time, I′m goin′ out With your wife
I′m a lowlife I′m a lowlife I′m a lowlife Livin′ the highlife
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew′o fly slimmys hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys Never slackin hoes I be mackin not wacked I don′t try to act black when I came up i came at ya from the outskirts bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone Hit bound from the Mo-town allen fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J. park parties gettin drunk on Sunday Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I′d rock 2 the -and rip shit up An now I′ve toured this nation pimp of the nation pullin hoes Rock the set in each city then step me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef Bitches, they think I′m sexist but all I want baby is your grits for breakfast Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries and gimme a plate of that pussy on the side Triple x on the set showin no class just a foul mouthed little fuckin smart ass No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass smoked dope and i flunked every class Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I bash invite me to a party and your house′ll get trashed An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin grass Now I reside on the eastside lovin it cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it Flex, sex, run of the next flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the suckers who wanted 2 Front an get around 2 the 2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme I′m shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic like Every time fuck I don′t eat no manwich kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich Somebody said I′m the best in the Mo-town but this town ain′t shit but a ghost town Who ever said it they lied they fessed bitch I′m the best in the mother fuckin Midwest Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell it sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck One bad bitch I smoke hash from a stick Got more cash than fuckin White Boy Rick My first LP wasn′t pushed for shit so Jive Records yo, go and suck a fat dick Cuz I′m rippin like a chainsaw yes I′m that raw laughin′ at ya suckers like Hee Haw Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it That′s how we do it when we roll down Gratiot In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat
Hey now darlin′, you thought it was all fun and games Runnin′ ′round, telling everyone why we′re not together I guess you just had to feel important And I′m sure you thought I was just gonna sit back and take it on the chin But honey, I′m a songwriter And that darling is where you end and this song begins
[Chorus:] I found someone new who treats me better She don′t bitch about things we ain′t got When I sing this tune it don′t upset her She′s half your age and twice as hot
Oh she wakes up every morning and she folds my clothes Doesn′t care about the strippers dancing at my shows She knows that I love her so I just wanted you to know
[Chorus] yee haw!yeah!.. [Chorus]
Oh she don′t start trouble cuz she dont need drama She likes it in the mornin′ and she loves my momma I′m her big poppa an she′s my little rock n roll
[Chorus]
She′s half your age and twice as hot She′s half your age and twice as hot
It′s another night in hell Another child won′t live to tell Can you imagine what it′s like to starve to death
And as we sit free and well Another soldier has to yell Tell my wife and children I love them in his last breath
C′mon now amen, amen, amen
Habitual offenders, scumbag lawyers with agendas I′ll tell you sometimes people I don′t know what′s worse Natural disasters or these wolves in sheep clothes pastors Now damn it I′m scared to send my children to church And how can we seek salvation when our nations race relations Got me feeling guilty of being white But faith in human nature, our creator and our savior, I′m no saint But I believe in what is right
C′mon now amen, amen I said amen, amen
Stop pointing fingers and take some blame, Pull your future away from the flame Open up your mind and start to live Stop short changing your neighbors Living off hand outs and favors, and maybe Give a little bit more than you got to give
Simplify, testify, identify, rectify And if I get high stop being so uptight It′s only human nature and I am not a stranger So baby won′t you stay with me tonight
[INSERT JAPANESE TRANSLATION]
It′s a matter of salvation from them patience up above, So don′t give up so damn easy on the one you love, one you love Somewhere you got a brother, sister, friend, grandmother, niece or nephew Just dying to be with you You know there′s someone out there who unconditionally, religiously, loves you So just hold on ′cause you know it′s true And if you can take the pain And you can withstand anything, and one day Stand hand in hand with the truth
I said amen, I said amen I said amen, I said amen,
A bottle of jack′s got my manager grinnin′ yeah that′s me that keeps the turntables spinniN′ I′m countin cards and I keep on winnin′ I know God hates me cuz I′m always sinnin′ U don′t know me blow me ho you wanna get hot you′ll get your ass blown out fuckin with the Kid Rock Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could tearin thru your town like muther fuckin Clint Eastwood Cuz I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin′ makin a lotta money but don′t let me be mistaken I never thought about climbin up the pop chart and I don′t give a fuck u can′t buy my tape in K-Mart Give me a choice between soundin like an ass wipe or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipe I′d be as skinny as a junkie with the AIDS plague but still I′d look better than a puppet tryin to get paid Now check the rhyme as i climb and I co get rude and send ya runnin′ playin′ pussy like Shaggy and Scoob Cuz I′m the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental and I′m a tear shit up like they did in South Central Son of a bitch I′m the son of a bitch nobody ever loved u so you′re the son of a dick I′m a product of a young girl top in her class you′re a product of a hooker who was sellin that ass And your styles in the past it′s old and dusty so from now on I′m callin u M.C. Crusty Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted so now I′m gonna drop ya like a hit of acid And when I rip ya people they might stare cuz I got more rhymes than Donahue′s got white hair An yo buck won′t you please be a friend And tell your mom I wanna fuck and I′ll pick her up at 10
Mmmm I love it when you play it like that Come on... Play
Sittin′ here alone I′m lookin′ back on where I′ve roamed And laughing how I swore I′d win and not get burned Left my family Left my home I worked my fingers to the bone And there was not a stone I did not leave unturned And I was havin′ a good time
Roll onRoll on Roller Coaster We′re one day older and one step closer Roll on there′s mountains to climb Roll on we′re on borrowed time Roll on Roller coaster Roll on tonight Roll on tonight yeah
Money and success I don′t complain about the stress I wanted this and now it′s here So I don′t bitch And I swear that time′s a trick It disappears in oh so quick Man I was just sixteen And now I′m starin′ at thirty-six But I′m still havin′ a good time
Roll on Roll on Roller Coaster We′re one day older and one step closer Roll on there′s mountains to climb Roll on we′re on borrowed time Roll on Roller coaster Roll on tonight Roll on tonight
And I know it′s hard to see with the sun in your eyes But one day you′re gonna say I saw the light
And now headin′ for the hill And I just cannot wait until My children grow up to have children of their own And I′ll be telling them about The times I turned the party out And how I stood against an army all alone Drinkin′ wine and stayin′ high And realized it couldn′t last And how I turned myself around And went down another path And the signs we must observe When life′s changes do occur But most of all I′ll tell them Just how proud I am of them And always have a good time It′s all love and good times Let′s all have a good time Yeah
Roll on Roll on Roller Coaster We′re one day older and one step closer Roll on there′s mountains to climb Roll on we′re on borrowed time Roll on Roller coaster Roll on tonight Roll on tonight
All my life I′ve been searchin′ All my life I′ve been uncertain I been abandoned and left alone At fifteen I had to leave home The black sheep, the bad seed
At a roadside bar in Tennessee I met an angel to rescue me She rescued me She wore blue jeans and a rosary Believed in God and believed in me All her friends think she′s a little crazy She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve Don′t give a damn what the world thinks of me She tells me it′s all good She′s happy with a bad seed Happy to be misunderstood
Two packs and a pint a day To hide the shame And wash away the pain Aww the pain Every road was a dead-end street Runnin′ from the law And runnin′ on empty You couldn′t shake the marks that were left on me
At a roadside bar in Tennessee I met an angel to rescue me She rescued me
She wore blue jeans and a rosary Believed in God and believed in me All her friends think she′s a little crazy She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve Don′t give a damn what the world thinks of me She tells me it′s all good She′s happy with a bad seed Happy to be misunderstood
Been alotta cheap talk but I rock still From the streets of Shanghai back to Knoxville Sittin′ high on a mountain top holdin′ shop spreadin′ the good news Been alotta false prophets and quick hits And a lot of unAmerican bullshit But the time has come to settle and the devil′s gonna make u choose
And just like a cold wind blowin′ can u feel me comin′ for u Just like a freight train rollin′ packed tight full of rhythm and blues
Testify It′s a Rock revival Don′t need a suit Ya don′t need a bible Get up and dance I′m gonna set you free yeah Testify It′s all sex, drugs, rock n roll A soul sensation that you can′t control And you can see I practice what I preach I′m your rock n roll Jesus Yes I am
Been alotta bling bling but it ain′t real And alotta new kings but I won′t kneel Sittin′ high on a mountain top, holdin′ shop singin′ the raw dog blues Like in old Mississippi′s dirty cotton fields Or in Detroit City′s unforgotten wheels It′s the same song spinning but the same song′s always been true
And I′m gonna take my roll cuz I ain′t got nothin′ to lose And I′m gonna save your soul if it′s really what you want me to do
Cruisin′ thru town in my jacked up truck eyes open cuz I′m scopin′ for a big butt slut One that I can take straight back to my house and have her suck my dick and put my balls in her mouth Now get, get with it looked across the street I seen a slimmy in a skirt boppin to the beat So I capped up my 40 threw it under the seat rolled up on the freak and I started to speak But before I could talk she go grabbed my dick licked her lips and started talkin that porno shit She said look here I know you′re Kid Rock then whispered in my ear "I wanna swallow your cock" Well blow me up and then blow me down cuz I think i just found the biggest freak in town And now I can′t wait to get her back to my house set her down on her knees and put my balls in her mouth [Chorus] Balls in your mouth balls in your mouth; "U want my balls in your mouth" Back to my crib with no delay big grin on my grill and not much to say Except her yo bitch how′s about I drop my my drawers and put my balls in your mouth Next the cutie started rubbin my back then she put a finger right between my booty crack So I grabbed her wrist quick and said hold up slut "Ain′t nobody stickin mothin in my butt" Now right then I knew I had a ho and a half and all I could do is sit back and laugh Stare at the cceiling thinking about this chick I just met′s got my balls in her mouth [Chorus] Balls in your mouth balls in your mouth; "U want my balls in your mouth" After I busted my nuts I drove her to the cut she said "I hope you don′t think that I′m a big slut, And please don′t tell anyone what we′ve been thru" Next day I told the whole fuckin crew Spread the news thru the whole damn town and to the chick it musta got back around So I told the ho sorry and tried to make amends but she tried to front me in front of my friends Runnin off at the lip talking all that shit that I′m a bitch I′m a prick and that I got a small dick I just waited till she walked away to shout "Fuck you bitch, u had my balls in your mouth!"
You got a body like the devil and you smell like sex I can tell you′re trouble but I′m still obsessed
[Chorus:] Because you know you′re so hot, I want to get you alone So hot, I wanna get you stoned So hot, I don′t want to be your friend I want to fuck you like I′m never gonna see you again ....Yeah.....C′mon....Yeah
You′re like the kiss of death, like the hand of fate I can tell you′re trouble but I still want a taste
[Chorus x2]
Because you′re so hot I want to get you alone I want to get you stoned I don′t want to be your friend I want to fuck you like I′m never gonna see you again
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long Caught somewhere between a boy and man She was seventeen and she was far from in-between It was summertime in Northern Michigan Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
Splashing through the sand bar Talking by the campfire It′s the simple things in life, like when and where We didn′t have no internet But man I never will forget The way the moonlight shined upon her hair
[Chorus:] And we were trying different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favorite song Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ′bout tomorrow Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Catching Walleye from the dock Watching the waves roll off the rocks She′ll forever hold a spot inside my soul We′d blister in the sun We couldn′t wait for night to come To hit that sand and play some rock and roll
While we were trying different things And we were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favorite song Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ′bout tomorrow Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change Or how we thought those days would never end Sometimes I′ll hear that song and I′ll start to sing along And think man I′d love to see that girl again
[Repeat Chorus x2]
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
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 And dreamin′ like a lonley child I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too Man I wish you could see them too Oh Lord, Oh Lord Man I wish that you could see them too Man I wish that you could see them too So can I come to see you sometime? Cause I been missin′ you I′ve never heard you cry I′ve never seen you why I′m feeling oh so young But still I must die to get to you And if I do I wonder how just you will see me And implicate the things I′ve done I′m diein′ in the shadows of this man I′ve never seen I′ll see you soon Now wheres my gun? Oh Lord, Oh Lord Oh Lord, wheres my gun? Oh wheres my gun? Oh Lord, wheres my gun? Oh Lord, my gun Let me open your eyes Let me see who you are I am you, you are me We are a part of The second coming of christ I′ts God himself in a jar Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Let me open your eyes Let me see who you are I am you, you are me We are a part of The second coming of christ Its God himself in a jar Yeahhhh heyaaaaa You got me, sad and lonely But I′m me, me You know you make me so lonely I am so alone And I will prey and then I′ll cry And I will prey and then I′ll cry And I will prey and then I′ll cry And I will prey and then I′ll cry
Come on I′m goin′ down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine I′m goin′ down to New Orleans and leavin′ all of this behind Headin′ south from Detroit I got Cajun cookin′ on my mind When I get to New Orleans someone gonna treat me right Yeah in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right I′ll be high 10 Rollin′ till the early morning break daylight
A jambalaya and a crawfish pie gonna start my day But when the sun goes down we gonna "bon temps roulez" Hey
I′m goin′ down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine I′m goin′ down to New Orleans where the stars on the sidewalk shine Burnin′ through Mississippi with the Big Easy on my mind
When I get to New Orleans someone gonna treat me right Yeah in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right And I′m gonna party like the devil if the Neville brothers play tonight
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie gonna make my day Down on the Bayou singing Hey Pocky Way
I′m goin′ down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine Down in New Orleans good peoples they′s hard to find I bet he′s making gumbo and drinkin′ homemade wine A jukebox shakin′ and breakin′ down in New Orleans I′ll be the highest hillbilly that Bourbon Street has ever seen Oh yeah, yeah
I′m goin′ down to New Orleans to see about a friend of mine I′m goin′ down to New Orleans and leavin′ all of this behind If the good Lord′s willing and the rivers don′t start to rise
And when I get to New Orleans someone′s gonna treat me right Said in a town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right All the cats in the cradle gonna rock this kid tonight Oh hey
A jukebox shakin′ and breakin′ down in New Orleans And if you′re payin′ for fun a french quarters really all you need
I′m going Down to New Orleans Down to New Orleans [Repeat] Going down, down Down, down tonight [Repeat]
I got the I got them love sick blues ya′ll Man, I can′t find my baby I think she took off with another man I been around the world looking twice
You know I checked in New York City On the streets and on the subways And I looked around that tired town to find the one who loved me I looked out in the Hamptons thought she′d be hangin′ with them rich folks But no she wasn′t anywhere hangin′ on the east coast
I wish my baby come home I want my baby come home I wish my baby come home I want my baby yeah my baby to come back home Man you know I love that girl
I checked down to the Southern plains from Alabama to Georgia Honey if you hear this, please know I′m looking for ya I checked with all my rebel friends I′ve looked around for weeks And I swear until I find her I won′t eat and I won′t sleep
I want my baby come home I want my baby come home I want my baby come home I wish my baby yeah my baby would come back home
I went from Albuquerque to Maine and didn′t find a damn thing So I looked in California - up and down the coast I looked all over Hollywood - it wasn′t even close Never found nothin′ So, I came home, home to Detroit City And there she was sittin′ on my porch - My baby looked so pretty
Now my baby′s back home Yea my baby came home Yea my baby′s back home I′m so happy that my baby is finally home
Black chic white guy Does it mean shit maybe I don’t know but yo it never phased me But either way heres one tail Of two like that and what prevailed It started way back in the 8th grade In the small old town where the two both stayed He came from a family of middle class Where everything he did he always had to ask She came from a place that was so alone You know the same old tail of a broken home Her momma was an alkie (sp?) and more like a friend Had three different kids from three different men And that’s just the way shit was Couldn’t change it couldn’t rearrange it so there it was Anyway the two kept on With the phone calls notes and so on and so on And after the bullshit and whatten That day came the two started fuckin′ All the time you know kids habit′s Every single day fuckin′ like rabbits Sneakin out the car when he was 15 Climbin′ in the window and fuckin′ all night see Fuckin′ during lunch in the junior high bathrooms Drinking champagne and trippin′ on mushrooms His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet 9th grade came “I′m pregnant” Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision But they decided to abort it It might have been right it might have been wrong But one thing′s for sure it really fucked his head up Where is it who is it how is it was it right These are the things he thought in bed at night A lot of people might laugh at this But fuck ′em they don’t know the half of it
Ain′t no sunshine when you′re low I′m low People tell me life′s a game I′m not playin′ Bitches don’t mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I′m still standin′
Now as time went on the the two kept on They kept seeing each other off and on See she moved to the city and you know what happened Black chic with a real white accent Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin′ nigger Still seein′ that other kid on the side She kept most of her thoughts inside See all the first guy did was just love her While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
Yeah And I′ve set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We′ve travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame I played their game And As they scream my name I will show no shame I live and die for this And if I come off soft Then chew on this!
Are you scared?
Devil without a cause And Im back with the beaver hats And Ben Davis slacks 30 pack of Strohs 30 pack of hoes No rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one I′m the living proof With the gift of gab From the city and true I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics backs And I did not studder when I said that I′m goin′ platnum Sellin′ rhymes I went platinum Seven times And still they ill They wanna see us fry I guess because only god knows why Why why why why why