Paid

CHRIS PETERS, BOB RITCHIE

Oooooooo Yeahhhhhh
And while your out gang bangin
Tring to catch a murder case
Your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face

Bumpin to the base of some old school rap jam
This ain't tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man that tries to check rock
I want to head bang, I gotta hip hop

'Cause I'm gonna stick with what got me paid
Lickin that coochie with the high top fade
I'm self made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before

I want more than the next man
Respect, plus to cash big checks
And mack on hoes like Ruddy Ray
'Cause the reach around just sounds so gay

I don't even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the D are O see K'n, rhymes sayin, guitar playin
Turntable spinnin at a basement jam

No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What it's like to be so real
You got the beats and the rhymes, but you ain't got no feel
I don't need the fancy music to make mine

Just the beat and the funky ass base line
Drop a couple cuts on the track
A tracks to the mother fuckin wack
So while your making record that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop

Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin'
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me 'till the break of dawn

I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want an order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fuckin world in my hands

I want a band like the US Funk Mob
See I can rap I don't hafta lay sod, just to make ends meet
October 31st yellin Trick-or-Treat
Boy aren't you a little old to be trickin

You see my mask and bag bitch, I ain't bullshittin
Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob
I'm the cradle that's able to rock any format

But still I'm labeled and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at?
Westside hoes like cars, so I ride em for a test drive
I'm like a pringle, I won't go soft

I got a new jingle, I'm about to go off
Hey ho, check it out, I really like to turn you out
And if you be good to me,
I'll yoodle in your valley

Kid Rock ain't nothing nice
Got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm such a scum
Got a pocket full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum

Got a business mind, so if I loose the funk,
I'll still be in the house gettin paid like trump
Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin'
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby

Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me til the break of dawn
Come on, come on, come on

Oooooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh
Fuck me baby...let it ride, let it ride
Fuck me baby come on, come on...somebody
Fuck me baby...oh yeah
Love me baby...oh yeah

Come on yeah, all night long
Baby, come on, fuck me baby

Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long
Come on and do me daddy all night long

Curiosités sur la chanson Paid de Kid Rock

Sur quels albums la chanson “Paid” a-t-elle été lancée par Kid Rock?
Kid Rock a lancé la chanson sur les albums “Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp” en 1996 et “The History Of Rock” en 2000.
Qui a composé la chanson “Paid” de Kid Rock?
La chanson “Paid” de Kid Rock a été composée par CHRIS PETERS, BOB RITCHIE.

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