(R.J. Ritchie,Tino)
"That's right, motherfuckers, I'm back!"
"This is the true story, about mackin! Check it"
"Times are changin, more so each year
But the early mornin' stoned pimp is here

So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya hear me y'all, just drop that top
Hey hey hey well well well hey hey hey"
And I be catchin' them northern pike
Like on a ten pond test, smoke sess,
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' wack MC killin'
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 or right, all night
My game's tight, I wish ya might
Take a bite outta this here toxic,
melodic,neurotic,product fresh from the harvest
Who be the largest, hardest, smartest
label in town? Topdog, get down, uh!
Radio won't play me, but still i got the kids around the world goin' Kid
rock crazy, and
Wicked witches, be flyin on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin' with the
BOOM BOOM BOOM, bitch
I'm from the sticks bitch, straight from the R-O
"Kid Rock, I ain't 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?"
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus,
While you're lookin' really gay
Like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus, uh
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 OG bitch,
I'm the motherfuckin early mornin stoned pimp
Now throw your hands in the air, let's rock yall
Throw your hands up high, hip-hop yall
Now throw your hands in the air, let's rock yall
Because a Detroit party don't stop yall
Now I;'m the selfmade mack
On a mountain of Mars
Stacked with money green cutty
And a high pro gloss,
A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis
Rag top dropped down
Rollin' on Chrome Ds bitch
The purple furs and the gold-trimmed glasses
I only bust the fat asses and I don't be givin a fuck who the hell can
rap better than me
Cuz' 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 Morning Stoned Pimpin'
I been down been around from the bottom
To the top, partyin down with the slimmies
In the cities that rock, so uh,
ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
And if you wanna get your freak on
I'll just fuck ya with the
ooh, aah, oohoohooh aah bitch, shit
I'm the early mornin stoned pimp
COME ON, now
Throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Throw your hands up high, hip-hop yall
Throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Because a Detroit party don't stop yall
Throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Throw your hands up high hip hop yall
Throw your hands in the air and let's rock yall
Because a Kid Rock party don't stop yall
"my name is tino, you know, baby lets get funky, im 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-a
midgets in the house wanna smell my finger comin for ya baby cuz youre
so suburban, how ya like me now in my brand new turban, i'm a natural
hoodlum, not george graff, one a these days you kidz'll pay for my
autograph, so groove baby, groove baby call your mama, i'm like john lee
hooker, girl... i got the boogie drama, with the boogie drama, the
boogie drama...etc."
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 know ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
"Let's get funky that's my job...quit your 9 to 5, 7 times times 24
times 12, day in and day out, let's get funky c'mon everybody"
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Gary