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| Kid Rock Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast Genuine Article Do what you have to I do what I had to To break through a pick a style that sticks like glue And as I rank I wanna thank no one Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done You helped me around My parents put me down I never skipped town I stood my ground We kept showin up Drinkin and throwin up Rap was my life As I was growin up Actin a fool in school no one topped us Smart ass in class at times abnoxious Drivin a bronco Runnin my own show And pullin the look a like Marilyn Monroe hoes And me and Bo got together Made sense Spent many nights in Mt. Clemens basements I scratched records and performed a few tricks KDC mix let the Black man talk shit Pumpin the new sounds town to town Who holds it down like Bad Leroy Brown Now I won't stop cause yo I'm Kid Rock The Genuine Article They don't want me Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done F-F-Fames a costin the price ain't nice Its like the roll of the dice For a whole new life But don’t get my song wrong I enjoy it alot Walkin around like a big shot Cause I'm Kid Rock Smooth as an ice cube Cool as an igloo And more complex, than a rubix cube A healthy wealthy young one with a quick tongue Smart from the start and from the heart my rhymes run And as I incline thru time to get mine I try not to slide, but walk a straight line Though it’s hard when the climb gets steep The one who finds is the one who seeks So I sought and fought And alot I got taught And although I left those who stole got caught Many shows I rocked Many suckers I laughed at And those who snapped back usually got slapped The cat if I was strap Cause I was a sun of a gun Livin life on the run Now I pleaded 18 and outdone by none Bold, Young, Handsome, Bad like Bronson Pumpin the new sounds town to town And when in motown I cool out in Greektown On the upside with nuthin too high The Genuine Article They don't wnat me Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done Chuck nice break that beat down Uh huh...Uh huh..Uh huh KDC...huh Six Generations of rap and I’m first Ready to burst, the style is rehearsed I worked and worked and worked and I worked When many thought I was just gettin jerked Used, abused, but I paid my dues And now no one out there could fill my shoes And my pants and do this dance This shit didn't happen by chance It went slow not quick, but now I'm your pick Ain’t that a trip when I started from zip And now up and up and up I wont stop The flop just pop the flat top the Kid Rock Yes me the low key MC With the ability to rock a party Anywhere and make people stare I’m lookin while I’m cookin with no care Pumpin the new sound town to town Who holds it down like bad Leroy Brown And still I wont stop growin this flat top The Genuine Article They don't want me Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done |
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