เนื้อเพลง WSCR - Kid Rock

Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
All world class

Kid Rock Mother f*cker yo I ain't no fag
I f*ck b*tches dry I f*ck em on the rag
Tag their toes - check em off my list
Hoes get f*cked - They don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp gettin much respect
I'll f*ck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world perks
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt - show me them titties
I'll drive my d*ck right through your twin cites
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas

Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog I got the sex rhymes
All world class

It ain't nothing like black p*ssy on my d*ck
Word to your mama and your sister b*tch
I play hoes like a mother f*cking football game
I pull my d*ck out and you'll say it's good ya'll came
Ya'll did ya'll thing - worked a n*gga front to back
In the Bill Clinton Presidential Cadillac
We smoked a sack - the b*tches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain sh*t it's all done with game
I've f*cked so many hoes I can't remember their name
But it ain't about that - B*tch I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my d*ck where yo mouth at

Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock you got the sex rhymes
Snoop I got the presidential sex rhymes
My n*gga

I'm on a private jet out of JFK
Sippin' the Beck's - And feeling A Okay
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherf*ckin' Clinton sittin' next to me
We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mackin' gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So, I stuck five and that made ten
Sh*t two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me - It was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet

Yeah - 30,000 mother f*ckin feet flying high
Kid Rock Beeped Out?
And we thought we do's it the most on the coast
Sh*t we got the sex rhymes
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster sh*t homey
Cause if you do, I'm gunna kick something for you
A little something like this

Oh sh*t some gangster sh*t
All I need is a gangster b*tch
If gangster sh*t is all I kick
I f*cked with a black brown or a white chick
B*tch you can act like you ain't with the sh*t
I'm here to strip a b*tch and cold pimp a bit
Lookin for love in all the wrong places
Lookin for love - f*ck love it's too racists
Smokin it up in too many places
Bustin a nut in too many b*tches faces

Well I'm Kid Rock
got p*ssy galore
You might get a lot of p*ssy, I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks knows what's up
You's a player
Nope I'm a flat out sl*t
Got what you came for - yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed
Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tack a keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more
Pissed off, pissed off

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullsh*t passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullsh*t passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy
I got pounds of weed

Let's do it
Should we do it
Can we do it