Kid Rock — Paid

[Chorus] 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) [Verse 1] And while you're out gangbanging tryin' to catch a murder case Your ho's on my couch gettin' fucked in the face Bumpin' to the bass of some old-school rap jams (say what?) This ain't tennis, but, yo, I'll use my back hand On any grown man who tries to check Rock I wanna head-bang, I gotta hip-hop 'Cause I'mma 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 the cash, big checks, and Mack on hoes like Rudy Ray 'Cause the reach-around just sounds so gay (hm!) I don't even swing that way I told you hoes before I'm the K I to the D, R-O-C-K'in' Rhyme 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 no fancy music to make mine Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line Drop a couple cuts on this track 8-tracks to the motherfucking wax So while you're making records that don't recoup I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop [Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 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 Oooh, oh, yeah, all night long) [Verse 2] 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 U.S. funk mob See, I can rap, I don't have to lay sod Just to make ends meet October 31st, yellin', "Trick-or-treat!" (Oh, aren't you a little old to be trickin') You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bullshittin' Hittin' home runs 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'd really like to turn you out And if you'd be good to me I'll yodel in your valley Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice Got the soft porn 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 lose the funk I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump [Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 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) [Outro] Oh yeah, come on, come on, baby, all night long Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby Come on, come on, come on, all night long