Joe C Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Lyrics

This is the true story about mackin')
Times are changing, more so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if you hear me yell, just drop that top
And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test
Sucess, never fessed take a guess
I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp
Straight limpin boones from drinkin
At the party big booty pinchin
Chillin, like a villian
Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin,
the find hoe drillin'
With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain
Been gone too long, too much cocaine
But now that Im back on the block, I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night, my games tight
I wish you might take a bite
Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the harvest.
Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town
Top Dog get down
Radio wont play me
But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin with the "boom boom boom" b_____
Im from the six b_____ straight from the R-O
"Kid Rock, I aint not b____"
Oh yes you are hoe
So quit frontin like ya dont know
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
Get a good look, bro, get a good gander
Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser
Spreadin like a cancer, a virus
Now your lookin really gay
Like f___in Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest emcee of all time
Got my mind on the D, and the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when my eyes cant see
Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV
I be what they call an O G b____
I'm the mother f___in Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Say what
One time for your mother
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all
Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss
Got the money green cutty with the high pro gloss
A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee
Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's b____.
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat a__es
And I dont be givin' a f___
Who the hell can rap better then me
Cause I'm a true f___in player and I mack like a real G
H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P
Is for pimpin, early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around from the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmy's, and the cities that I rock
So a oh baby baby baby let me love ya
If you wanna get your freak on
I just f___ ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh
b____, s___, I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Hey hey hey yeah yeah
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high lets rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all

I'm Joe C b____
Let me get them digits
I might be a little small hoe
But I aint no God d___ midget
So stick it up your a__ where the sun dont shine
I'm verticly challenged, your verticly blind
I'm 3 foot 9. it's 10 foot long
I'm gonna smack that a__ after I pack this bong
I can flow on like all night long
Till the break of dawn
Till the early morn
I'm a thorn in your side
Can you feel me stickin
80 pills a day b____, I aint bullshittin
So groove baby groove baby call your momma
I'm like John Lee Hooker girl
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Eith the boogie drama yeah
With the boogie drama oh yeah
Ridin around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good.
With the boogie, drama yeah
Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine.
Playin the radio you look so fine.
With the boogie, drama
With the boogie, drama
Well well well baby
Let's get funkie, that's my job
Punchin 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out, let's get funky
Come on everybody With the boogie drama