Atlantic Recording Corporation - Cowboy (Neptunes Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Trailerpark minded, you've been blinded Lookin' for some sh** like this, you can find it Cowboy, Cowboy, Cowboy, Cowboy x3 Kid, Rock, Kid Rock, Kid Rock, Kid Rock x 2 [Verse 1] Well I'm packin' up my game and I'mma head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the Hills, and chill like Flynt Buy an old drop-top find a spot to pimp And I'mma Kid Rock it up and down ya' block With a bottle of scotch and watch lots a crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "Chillin' the Most" Then rock that b**h up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and get tossed outta bars Sip the Tiajuana, I want to roam Find old town chillin' fools then come back home Start an escort service for all the right reasons Set up shop at the top of Four Seasons Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy And I'm headed out west s**er because I wanna be a [Chorus: Kid Rock & Pharrell] Cowboy! With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' I wanna be a Cowboy, baby! West Coast chillin' with the Boone's wine I wanna be a Cowboy! Riding all night cause I sleep all day! Cowboy! I can smell a pig from a mile away And I bet, bet, bet [Verse 2] I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in It goes (whistling), like dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind I once was lost (but now I'm just blind) Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss And if the price is right I'm make my bid boy And let Cali-for-ni-a know why they call me [Chorus: Kid Rock & Pharrell] Cowboy! With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' I wanna be a Cowboy, baby! West Coast chillin' with the Boone's wine I wanna be a Cowboy! Riding all night cause I sleep all day! Cowboy! I can smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy, Cowboy, Cowboy, Cowboy Kid, Rock, Kid Rock, Kid Rock, Kid Rock x2 [Verse 3] Yeah! Kid Rock you can call me Tex Rollin' Sunset woman with a bottle of Beck's Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my gla** And said "Yeah this dick fits right in your a**" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor Call me hoss, I'm the boss with the sauce and the who*es No remorse for the sheriff, his eye ain't right I'ma paint his town red then paint his wife white Cause chaos rock like Amedeus Find West Coast p**y for my Detroit playas Mack like mayors ball like Lakers They told us to leave but bet they can't make us Why they wanna pick on me Lock me up and snort away my key I ain't no G, I'm a regular failure I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick My only words of wisdom are just s** my dick I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' till it falls in the ocean [Chorus: Kid Rock & Pharrell] Cowboy! With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' And I'ma Cowboy, baby! West Coast chillin' with the Boone's wine Cowboy! Riding all night cause I sleep all day! Twisted brown Cowboy! I can smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy! With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' Cowboy! West Coast chillin' with the Boone's wine Cowboy! Riding all night cause I sleep all day! Cowboy! I can smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy, Cowboy, Cowboy, Cowboy Kid, Rock, Kid Rock, Kid Rock, Kid Rock x3 Cowboy, Cowboy, Cowboy, Cowboy