Текстове на песни: Kid Rock. Cocky. Lay It on Me.

Lay it on me

King 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 hoes than the free cash levers

So you better never, question the clever, clever
I sever whatever, forget her and turn 'em redder than ever
You better wet her and leave her makin' her miss me
'Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit city

7 super charged big block HEMI
Ya eldavarge, I'm livin' more like Lemmy
B-B-Benny and the jet's is hot
But you ain't never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock

And twisted brown truckers like a loaded gun
We're the band that other bands run from

Doin' the backstage boogie is where you'll find me
If you want some of that flash a pass, come back
And lay it on me

Lay it on me, baby you got
Lay it on me
Uhh, just lay it on me
Lay it on me

Now, people always say I ain't livin' right
But it ain't my fault you misplaced your light
Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy
Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city

Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs
Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs
1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I'm gone
Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn

I'm makin' pancakes baby, if ya crack the eggs
You'll feel the Iris Tornado when you spread your legs
No need to bag and don't trail behind me
Just step up front a little lady and lay it on me

Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Just lay it on me
Lay it on me

Here we go, let's, let's jam

We're comin', we're comin', we're comin'
Live from Detroit it's Saturday night
Got the funky fresh rhyme, no beat to bite

And to y'll hee haws who thought I'd never rank
I'm goin' hahaha all the way to the bank, bitch
I got rich off a keepin' it real
While you Radioheads are reinventin' the wheel

Got critics all trippin' off I don't know what
While I'm sippin' King Louie not givin' a fuck
Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews
But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes

Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap
Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that

Uhh, black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers
From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers
Understand, I want peace like Gandhi
But until that day I'ma walk this way so

Lay it on me, I'm talkin' 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, yeah I can make you shake
Slow ride it baby through the piano break, come on

So step up front 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

Oh, lay it on me
You gotta 1, 2, 3 give it up

Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
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