cocky lyrics – kid rock

guess who’s back?

i used to be broke, confused, no joke
got used, smoked dope, paid dues
refused to give up quick
now there’s 10 million motherf*ckers on my d*ck

so what, say how, say who
f*ck what, f*ck me, f*ck you
come clean, you know i will
drink a fifth of jim beam and still stand still

i’m the illest fool
cooler than the water in a swimmin’ pool
fly like a seagull, kickin’ like a mule
more jams than a beetle from liverpool, i deliver fool

now, who the f*ck are you?
i’m kid motherf*ckin’ rock from the old school
got more money, than matchbox 20
get more *ss than mark mcgrath

they say i’m c*cky and i say, “what?”
it ain’t braggin’ motherf*cker if ya back it up
they say i’m c*cky and i say, “what?”
it ain’t braggin’ motherf*cker if ya back it up

i’m from the outskirts of detroit rock city
a shirts, cadillacs, big t*tties
skinny models you can keep those
i like big corn fed mid western hoes

don’t you know? talk fast, pimp slow
show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers
sippin’ liquor, f*ck models, love strippers
known as the big tipper with the big dipper

i got queens holdin’ keys to my slipper
f*ck a real good girl
i got the baddest b*tch in the world

they say i’m c*cky and i say, “what?”
it ain’t braggin’ motherf*cker if ya back it up
they say i’m c*cky, and i say, “what?”
it ain’t braggin’ motherf*cker if ya back it up

you think you got it good in hollywood
i got acres of land laid back in the woods
holdin’ shares, cool like fonzy
rollin’ lake st. clair in my 40 ft donzy

you got a bentley? wow
i got jets with web bars and trucks with gold plows
b*tch bow when i pimp through
for the kid the rock the red, white and blue

who knew the kid would be
everything from old george jones to jay z
baby, i’m sick of gettin’ ripped off
so p*ssed ’bout to be p*ssed off

mackin’ me ’cause you know i’m paid
that’s why i’m clapin’ my gardeners and f*ckin’ my maids
never mind my age but if we’re takin’ number
15 million sold motherf*cker

they say i’m c*cky and i say, “what?”
it ain’t braggin’ motherf*cker if ya back it up
they say i’m c*cky, and i say, “what?”
it ain’t braggin’ motherf*cker if ya back it up

c*cky and i say “what?”
it ain’t braggin’ motherf*cker if ya back it up
they say i’m c*cky and i say, “what?”
it ain’t braggin’ motherf*cker if ya back it up

back it up, back it up
back it up, back it up
back it up, back it up
back it up, back it up

� gaje music; warner-tamerlane publishing corp; thirty two mile music;

/ kid rock lyrics