Lit up like the 4th
I`m a happy drunk
come to poppa big momma
cuz your daddy`s drunk
I want to pump pump it up
like the Goodyear blimp
make ya holler for a dollar
that`s the way I pimp
gold links and minks
and shrimp dinners on the bayou
thems all the things that I ain`t gonna buy you
it`s like one of them freaky things
hit it once maybe every kinda week things
I got no love
I got no riches
I don`t roll vogues
and I ain`t got switches
I got no game
I can`t reward you
but if you want a long one... baby
I got one for ya`
This is your shot
I got one for ya`
This is your shot
Uh-huh, check it
People always talkin`
what they gonna do
they must want their face
to maybe taste my shoe
I can`t understand
all the push and shove
and what the fuck happened
to the peace and love?
who planted that glove?
Man I don`t care
I`m too busy running fingers
through your momma`s hair
I got no time
for the fakes and the phonies
the crooks and the creeps
and the cops and the cronies
am I the only one on my side?
Test my pride I bet you`d run and hide
you think I`m weak
so your looking for the kill
but there`s 16 shots
in my 9 mil and
I got one for ya`
This is your shot
I got one for ya`
This is your shot
Jimmy jimmy ji a jimmy jimmy
I like that
Yeah, lay it down brother
oh well
Record companies stressin`
cause they all want hits
and yeah I`m body body
so I make `em like this
they say `hey there boy
all we need is one song.
Shorten up that hook
we don`t need it that long.`
Don`t wanna hear me cuss
don`t wanna hear me brag
so I`m grabbing on my thingy
while I let my pants sag
Not a bit of what i`ve written
what I`m writin` what I`m doin`
they say they like my records
but they still boo-hooin`
my joint`s always tight
my rhymes will floor ya`
hey fly you wanna hit money…
I got one for ya`- bite that ass
This is your shot-uh-huh
I got one for ya` -here it is
This is your shot-uh
We got one for ya, baby, me and Kid Rock
I got one for ya`, baby
We got one for ya, baby, me and Kid Rock
I got one for ya;, baby