Letra y Significado de PAID, Kid Rock



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And while your out gangbangin, tryin to catch a murder case, your hoe's on my couch gettin fucked in the face, bumpin to the bass of some old school rap jams, this aint tennis, but yo, i'll use my backhand, on any grown man who tries to check rock, i wanna head bang, i gotta hip hop, cause im gonna stick with what got me paid, lickin that coochie wit a high top fade, im self made like henry ford, im on the mic but it feels like ive been here before, i want more then the next man, respect, plus i cash big checks, and mack on hoe's like rudy ray, cause the reach around just sounds so gay, i dont even swing that way, i told you hoe's before, im the k-i to the d, r-o-c-k, rhyme sayin, guitar playin, turn table spinnin at a basement jam, no fame, no money, but you wouldnt understand, what its like to be so real, you got the beats and the rhymes but you aint got no feel, i dont need the fancy music to make mine, just the beats and a funky ass bass line, drop a couple cuts on the track, 8 tracks to the muthafuckin whack, while your makin records that dont recoupe, im in the house gettin paid like snoop
Chorus: kid rock and i got all the hoe's sayin..fuck me baby, kid rock come fuck me baby, fuck me baby, fuck me baby, all night long
I want my khaki's washed, starched and creased, i want an order of fries wit 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 so i dont gotta lay sod, to make ends meet, october 31st yellin trick or treat, aint you a lil old to be trickin, you see my mask and bag bitch, i aint bullshittin, hittin home runs like rusty staub, im kinda anal, cause i aint no fuckin slob, im a cradle thats able to rock any format, but still im labeled and treated like a doormat, wheres the whore's at, west side hoe's like cars, so i ride them for a test drive, im like a pringle, i wont go soft, i gotta new jingle, im about to go off, hey ho, check it out, id really like to turn you out, and if you be good to me, i'll yodle in your valley
kid rock aint nuttin nice, got the southport boomin with the beans and rice, got a head full of lice, cause im such a scum, got a pocket full of money, but im dressed like a bum, got a business mind, so if i lose the funk, ill still be in the house gettin paid like trump
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