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