Joe-C - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp (2000 version) lyrics

(Intro) This is the true story about mackin'...check it Times are changin' (Talk about it) More so each year But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here (Yeah) So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if you hear me yawn (Then just drop that top) Come on, girl Hey, hey, hey (Well, well, well, well) Hey, hey, hey (Well, well, well, well, well) (Verse 1) And I be catchin' them Northern Pike Like on a ten pound test Success, never fess, take a guess I be the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Straight limpin' Boone's Farm drinkin' At the party big booty pinchin' Chillin' like a villian, balloon fillin' Wack MC k**in', the fine ho drillin' With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain Been gone too long, too much c**aine But now that I'm back, on the block I'm ready to rock Left to right all night My game's tight, I wish you might Take a bite out of this here toxic, melodic Neurotic product, fresh from the harvest Who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest label in town Top Dog, get down, uhh Radio won't play me But still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazy And wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks Kid Rock be comin' with the boom, boom, boom, b*atch I from the sticks, b*atch Straight from the RO "Kid Rock I ain'ts no b**h" Uh, yes you are ho So quit frontin' like you don't know When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino "What's up?" Get a good look bro Get a good gander I'm made in Detroit But my name ain't Stanzler Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus While you're lookin' really gay like f**in' Billy Ray (censored), huh I'm the highest MC of all time Got my mind on the D And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see Hit me twice with the 'Tussin and the morphine IV I be, what they call an OG, b**h I'm the motherf**in' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all (Verse 2) Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain of moss Got the money green Cutty with the high pro gloss A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis Rag top dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's b**h The purple furs and the gold trim gla**es I only bust the fat a**es And I don't be givin' a f** who the hell can rap better than me Cause I'm a true f**in' player and a 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 slimmies in the cities that I rock So uh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just f** ya With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, b**h sh**, I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp Hey hey hey Come on y'all Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all (Verse 3: Joe C.) I'm Joe C. b**h Let me get them digits I might be a little small, ho But I ain't no god damn midget So stick it up your a** where the sun don't shine I'm vertically challenged You're vertically blind I'm three-foot-nine, it's ten foot long I'm gonna smack that a** after I pack this bong I can flow all night, all night long Until the break of dawn, 'til the early morn I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin' 80 pills a day b**h I ain't bullsh**tin' So groove baby, groove baby, call your mama I'm like John Lee Hooker, girl I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie drama Ridin' around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie drama With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine Playin' the radio ya look so fine With the boogie drama Well, Well, Well, baby With the boogie drama Let's get funky, 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 With the boogie drama With the boogie drama