Trucker Anthem

歌詞

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Who's in the house? Trucker Who's in the house? Trucker Who's in the house? Trucker Who's in the house? Trucker Who's in the house? Trucker Who's in the house? Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Singin, hey now people here we come (Here we come muthafuckers, here we, kinny come come!) You know what we do and where we're from (Detroit baby) You got 15 seconds to get this seat now (Uh!) We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now (YEAAAAH...) Who's your Uncle? U-U-U-Uncle Kracker I'm double wide on the side, in the back of the bus I'm your Uncle Kracker sittin' platinum plus Double platinum--what? Triple platinum--fuck! You'd be a calm muthafucker if you add that up. (Can you back that up?) Yeah, but what for? I got a big brick house with 2 gold doors. Was born in that, you need to shut my mouth I'm the same muthafucker you been hearin' about (Kracker went pop?) Naw, I did the pop bash Floatin' through the air waves, pickin' up cash I dropped "Follow Me", people thought I went soft, shit I'm still very difficult to fuck with Straight outta the sticks of Romeo Michigan The early morning stoned muthafucking pimp of the goddamn nation! Yee haw muthafuckers lets rock With the Kid, yes y'all, ya dig, ya dont stop Got riffs to rock, brought boones to slam Now who's the man? Kid Rock! (god damn) Back on the scene like a fiend for beats Aint slept in weeks, got too many freaks Seen too many geeks try to rock the rap So I'm back with heat to unseat the wack I'ma unpack, and set up shop I'ma step back and watch you rock I'ma rock track, so stop the pop Then I'ma master blastin' through the aftershock I got, dug ditches to bury you bitches Who roll the flow and wanna stop the show So I'ma roll and flow another encore seven From north of Detroit, way south of Heaven Yeah! Turn it up! Uh! Come on! (His name is Kid...) (Trucker!) ...Rock muthafucker with the TBT Rollin' through your city like the General Lee You wanna fuck with me? Don't test the odds Cause your arms are too short to box with God But if you, send me your address, I'll swing by Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fuckin' crew high Say bye, bye, bye to the wack And let it be known Kid Rock is back! Yeah rollin' with the TBT Were gonna rock the house for my man Joe C. Yeah, we wanna start this show, come on, come on YEAAAAAAHHHHH......!