Lay It on Me

歌詞

Lay it on me Cowboy baby, you know my credits Don't ask if it's true, fuck it I said it Regret it - Never Pimpin' - Forever Pull more hoe's than a free cash lever So you better never, question the clever clever I'll sever whatever go getter and turn em' redder than ever You bet I'll wet her and leaving her making' to miss me Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit City 71 supercharged big block hemi Your El DeBarge I'm livin' more like Lemmy B-B-B-Benny and The Jets is Hot But you ain't never met a muthafucker like Kid Rock And Twisted Brown Trucker's like a loaded gun We're the band that other bands run from Doing the backstage boogie is were you'll find me If you want some of that, flash a pass, come back and Lay it on me (Baby you've got to) Lay it on me Just lay it on me (You gots to) Lay it on me Now, people always saying I ain't living right But it ain't my fault you misplaced your life Replaced your wife with some two bit missy Now she's getting fucked up in Detroit City Tripping' with the hippies, bikers, thugs Hit me with a Mickey, fast women and drugs I love for 2 minutes, the third minute I'm gone Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn I'm making pancakes baby if you crack the eggs You'll feel the Irish tornado if you spread your legs No need to beg and don't trail behind me Just step up front, little lady, and Lay it on me (Baby you've got to) lay it on me Just lay it on me (You've gots to) lay it on me Hey, hey, hey (Here we go... let's jam) (And we gonna get loose now) Uh-huh We're coming, we're coming, we're coming... Live from Detroit, it's Saturday night Got the funky fresh rhymes, no need to bite And to ya'll yee haws who thought I'd never rank I'm going (ha-ha-ha-ha) all the way to the bank bitch I got rich off of keeping it real While you Radioheads are reinventing the wheel Got critics all tripping off of I don't know what While I'm sippin' King Louie not giving a fuck Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes Who can moan the blues, who can rock the rap Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that Black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Somers Understand I want peace like Gandhi But until that day, I'm a walk this way so Lay it on me - I'm talking all night long Lay it on me - Like a bang a gong Lay it on me - With AC/DC on From Hells Bells to the next 9 songs Lay it on me - I can love you like that Lay it on me - I'd rather fuck to Foghat Lay it on me - I can make you shake Slow ride it baby through the piano break Come on So step up front a little lady (Lay it on me) Come on, lay it on (Lay it on me) Got to lay it on (Lay it on me) Yeah, yeah... You gotta 1, 2, 3... give it up!