wscr lyrics – kid rock

(feat. snoop dogg)

kid rock i got the s*x rhymes
kid rock i got the s*x rhymes
kid rock i got the s*x rhymes
all world cl*ss

kid rock mother f*cker yo i ain’t no f*g
i f*ck b*tches dry i f*ck em on the rag
tag their toes – check em off my list
hoes get f*cked – they don’t get kissed
a simplistic pimp gettin much respect
i’ll f*ck your mouth and leave your *ss in debt
jet set the country on your world perks
just to show you how a real pimp works
remove your shirt – show me them t*tties
i’ll drive my d*ck right through your twin cites
around your bends over your curves and *ss
park it in your mouth till i run out of gas

snoop dog i got the s*x rhymes
snoop dog i got the s*x rhymes
snoop dog i got the s*x rhymes
all world cl*ss

it ain’t nothing like black p*ssy on my d*ck
word to your mama and your sister b*tch
i play hoes like a mother f*cking football game
i pull my d*ck out and you’ll say it’s good ya’ll came
ya’ll did ya’ll thing – worked a n*gg* front to back
in the bill clinton presidential cadillac
we smoked a sack – the b*tches couldn’t handle that
blew out my brains and left no stain
i can’t complain sh*t it’s all done with game
i’ve f*cked so many hoes i can’t remember their name
but it ain’t about that – b*tch i really doubt that
just turn the lights out and put my d*ck where yo mouth at

kid rock i got the s*x rhymes
kid rock you got the s*x rhymes
snoop i got the presidential s*x rhymes
my n*gg*

i’m on a private jet out of jfk
sippin’ the beck’s – and feeling a okay
looked across the aisle and who did i see
bill motherf*ckin’ clinton sittin’ next to me
we kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
the stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
i thought i was mackin’ gave her two free shirts
bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
so, i stuck five and that made ten
sh*t two roosters and only one hen
billy winked at me – it was all too sweet
we tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet

yeah – 30,000 mother f*ckin feet flying high
kid rock beeped out?
and we thought we do’s it the most on the coast
sh*t we got the s*x rhymes
hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
let me see if you got some gangster sh*t homey
cause if you do, i’m gunna kick something for you
a little something like this

oh sh*t some gangster sh*t
all i need is a gangster b*tch
if gangster sh*t is all i kick
i f*cked with a black brown or a white chick
b*tch you can act like you ain’t with the sh*t
i’m here to strip a b*tch and cold pimp a bit
lookin for love in all the wrong places
lookin for love – f*ck love it’s too racists
smokin it up in too many places
bustin a nut in too many b*tches faces

well i’m kid rock
got p*ssy galore
you might get a lot of p*ssy, i gets much more
got scores of wh*r*s and macks knows what’s up
you’s a player
nope i’m a flat out sl*t
got what you came for – yes indeed
ecstasy and a sea of weed
got a seed to plant in your field of cr*p
i’ll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer jack
you can hold my sack while i pack your bag
you can rub my back while i tack a keg
one leg on the dash and one on the floor
i’ll pop a cork in your *ss and make you scream for more
p*ssed off, p*ssed off

money, hoes, t*ts and *sses
we got the goods and the bullsh*t p*sses
we got whatever you need
i got ecstasy
i got pounds of weed

money, hoes, t*ts and *sses
we got the goods and the bullsh*t p*sses
we got whatever you need
i got ecstasy
i got pounds of weed

let’s do it
should we do it
can we do it

/ kid rock lyrics