I grew up a herding cattle I got more rhymes than Harold one in Seattle. You
wanna battle with the Rock quick front I’ll spit on your ass and tell you
that you ain’t nothin’. Grab your honey and your beer and I’ll break south
take all of your money and tell you get the hell out. I’ll put your head out
this is my night how you gonna snap with Rock when I got the mic?
I shot the sherrif and the deputy too, paid off the feds, now it’s all ‘bout
my crew, Whatcha hoes wanna do? One at a time or all at once I’ll still roll
through your whole crew. Like a southbound trucker, hauls motherfuckers,
motherfuckers takes the law,and when you step with your anger, I’m like the
robot from Lost In Space: "Danger"
I’ll give you a warning but if you don’t take it I’ll put my arm around your
neck like we’re cool then I’ll break it. It’s all real cop a feel here’s the
deal when I say clap your hands like a seal. Or better yet give respect where
it’s earned, you’ll eat me up and I’m like a hot pepper and you might get
burned, you took a turn for the worse, walked up in my face, rolled away in a
Hearse. Now how you gonna front all night?, Kid Rock’s in the house that’s
where I’m at...
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Over here, to the rear with your girl and the
40s of beer
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Over there with the bad attitude ‘cuz I just
don’t care
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Uh
Where U At Rock? Where U At? 1,2 and you don’t stop, 3,4 and you don’t quit,
1,2 and you don’t stop
from the depths of hell to God’s right hand side I’m what’s left of the
getting paid self-made pride. I step in stride, I’m raw as cowhide, my first
LP is still selling that ain’t no jive, am I the chosen one? Some people
ain’t getting where I’m comin’ from, or where I’m going to stand back, Kid
Rock’s in the house that’s where I’m at…
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Over here, to the rear with your girl and the
40s of beer
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Over there with the bad attitude ‘cuz I just
don’t care
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Uh, uh
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Rock the house y’all
Come on
And I be the long-haired wizard with the lazy-eye, as all the ladies will
tell you that I’m crazy fly, I’ll step to the mic like a solider bro, I hate
to sound like a dick but I told you so, ho, old crow and a soul full of
desperation, I’m rockin’ on the mic with no consideration for your church or
your family, ??? couldn’t stand me, so she banned me. I’m like a dandy-lion
jack, you can cut me down and then I’ll pop right back, like a tack from the
back like a great white, I’m not down with the scappin’ but I’m down for the
gunfight, behind my back talking shit, but when I front your ass you wanna
act like a little bitch, keep on and get your ass smacked, Kid Rock’s in the
house that’s where I’m at…
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Over here, to the rear with your girl and the
40s of beer
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Over there with the bad attitude ‘cuz I just
don’t care
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Over here, over here, uh, over here, uh, over
here!
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Over there with the bad attitude ‘cuz I just
don’t care
Where U At Rock? Where U At? Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh
Over here, over here, uh, over here, uh, over here!
Over there with the bad attitude ‘cuz I just don’t care
Where U At Rock? Where U At
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