Kid Rock - Paid lyrics

Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin':] f** me baby, Kid Rock come f** me baby f** me baby, f** me baby all night long f** me baby, Kid Rock come f** me baby f** me baby, f** me 'til the break of dawn And while your out g**nin' tryin to catch a murder case Your ho's on my couch gettin' f**ed in the face Bumpin' to the ba** of the old school rap jams This ain't tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand On any grown man who tries to check Rock I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade Im self-made like Henry Ford I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before I want more then the next man Respect, plus the cash, big checks And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray Cause a reach around just sounds so gay I don't even swing that way I told you hoes before I'm the K I to the D, R-O-C-K'in Rhyme sayin, guitar playin' Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand What its like to be so real You got the beats, and the rhymes, but you ain't got no feel I don't need the fancy music to make mine Just a beat and a funky-a** ba** line Drop a couple cuts on this track 8 tracks to the mutherf**in' wax So why you're makin' records that don't recoup I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin': f** me baby, Kid Rock come f** me baby f** me baby, f** me baby all night long f** me baby, Kid Rock come f** me baby f** me baby, f** me til the break of dawn... ...yeah all night long I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased I want a order of fries with a side of grease I wish for peace throughout this land I want the whole f**in world in my hand I want a band like the U.S. funk mob See I can rap I don't have to lay sod Just ta make ends meet October 31st, yellin' 'Trick-or-treat' 'Oh arent you a little old to be trickin' You see my mask and bag, b**h, I ain't bull sh**tin Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub I'm kinda an*l, cause I ain't no f**in slob I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat Where's the who*es at West side, hoes like cars so I ride em for a test drive I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft I got a new jingle I'm about to go off Hey ho check it out, I really like to turn you out And if you'de be good to me, I'll yodel in your valley Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice Got the soft p**n boomin' with the beans and rice Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum Got a pocket-full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum Got a business mind so if I lose the funk I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin': f** me baby, Kid Rock come f** me baby f** me baby, f** me baby all night long f** me baby, Kid Rock come f** me baby f** me baby, f** me til the break of dawn Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long f** me baby, f** me baby Come on, come on, come on