Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Lyrics

A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers 
I'm Back. 
This is the true story about mackin 
Check it 
Times are changin' 
Talk about it 
More so each year, 
But the Early Mornin' 
Stoned Pimp is here. 
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock 
And if ya me yawn 
Just drop that top 
Come on... 
Hey hey hey 
Well well well well 
Hey hey hey 
Well well well well 


And I be catchin' them northern pike 
Like on a ten pound test 
Success, never fess, take a guess 
I be the early mornin' stoned pimp, 
Straight limpin, 
Boone's Farm drinkin, 
At the party big booty pinchin' 
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin 
With the million dollar talent 
And the ten cent brain, 
Been gone too long, too much cocaine, 
But now that I'm back, on the block 
I'm ready to rock 
Left to right, all night 
My game's tight, I wish you might 
Take a bite 
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product 
Fresh from the harvest 
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town 
Top Dog get down 

Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around 
the world goin' Kid Rock crazy 
Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, 
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch 
I from the sticks biatch 
Straight from the RO 

"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch" 
Ah, yes you are ho 
So quit frontin' like ya don't know, 
when I step straight into the party with my homeboy 
Tino 
"What's up?" 
So get a good look bro 
Get a good gander 
I'm made in Detroit 
but my name aint Stanzler 
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus 
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus 
I'm the highest MC of all time 
Got my mind on the D 
And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see 
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV 
I be 
What they call an O-G bitch 
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp 

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all 
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all 
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all 
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all 

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all 
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all 
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all 
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all 

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars 
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause 
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis 
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch 
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses 
I only bust the fat asses 
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me 
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin, 
Early mornin' stoned pimpin 
I been down, been around, 
From the bottom to the top 
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock 

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya 
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya 
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit 
Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp 

Hey hey hey 
Come on yo. 

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all 
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all 
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all 
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all 

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all 
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all 
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all 
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all 

My name is Tino, you know 
Baby let's get funky, 
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie 
Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71 
To the crib of love 
Gonna get us some, ladies 
We keep em on a string ah 
Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger 
Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin' 
How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban 
I'm a natural born hoodlum 
Not George Raft 
One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph 
So groove baby, groove baby call your mama 
I'm like Charlie Hooker baby 
I got the boogie drama 
With the boogie drama 
With the boogie drama 
With the boogie drama 

Ridin' around the neighborhood 
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good 
With the boogie drama 
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine 
Playin' the radio ya look so fine 
With the boogie drama 
With the boogie drama 
Let's get funky, that's my job 
Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12 
Day in and day out 
Let's get funky 
Come on everybody 
With the boogie drama 
With the boogie drama 
With the boogie drama