Paid

Artist：kid rock
Songs Title：paid
Kid rock an I got all the hoes sayin
******** me baby, kid rock come ******** me baby
******** me baby, ******** me baby all night long
******** me baby, kid rock come ******** me baby
******** me baby, ******** me til the break of dawn
And while your out ********in
Tryin to catch a murder case
Your hos on my couch
Gettin ****** in the face
Bumpin to the bass of the old school rap jams
This aint tennis
But yo Ill use my backhand
On any grown man who tries to check rock
I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop
Cause Im a stick with what got me paid
Lickin that coochie with the high-top fade
Im self-made like henry ford
Im on this mic but it feels like I been here before
I want more then the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks
And mack on hoes like rudy ray
Cause a reach around just sounds so gay
I dont even swing that way
I told you hoes before Im the k
I to the d, r-o-c-kin
Rhyme sayin, guitar playin
Turntables spinnin at a ba********t jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldnt understand
What its like to be so real
You got the beats, and the rhymes
But you aint got no feel
I dont need the fancy music to make mine
Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8 tracks to the muther******** wax
So why youre makin records that dont recoup
Im in the house gettin paid like snoop
Kid rock and I got all the hoes sayin:
******** me baby, kid rock come ******** me baby
******** me baby, ******** me baby all night long
******** me baby, kid rock come ******** me baby
******** me baby, ******** me til the break of dawn... ...yeah all night long

I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want a order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole ******** world in my hand
I want a band like the u.s. funk mob
See I can rap I dont have to lay sod
Just ta make ends meet
October 31st, yellin trick-or-treat
Oh arent you a little old to be trickin
You see my mask and bag, ********, I aint bull ********ttin
Hittin homeruns like rusty staub
Im kinda ********, cause I aint no ******** slob
Im the cradle thats able ta rock any format
But still Im labled, and treated like a doormat
Wheres the whores at
West side, hoes like cars so I ride em for a test drive
Im like a pringle, I wont go soft
I got a new jingle Im about to go off
Hey ho check it out, I really like to turn you out
And if youde be good to me, Ill yodel in your valley
Kid rock aint nothin nice
Got the soft porn boomin with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause Im a a scumsuch
Got a pocket-full of money, but Im dressed like a bum
Got a business mind so if I lose the funk
Ill still be in the house gettin paid like trump
Kid rock and I got all the hoes sayin:
******** me baby, kid rock come ******** me baby
******** me baby, ******** me baby all night long
******** me baby, kid rock come ******** me baby
******** me baby, ******** me til the break of dawn
Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long
******** me baby, ******** me baby
Come on, come on, come on