WCSR – Kid Rock feat Snoop Dogg
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
All world class
Kid Rock motherf_cker yo I ain’t no fag
F_ck b_tches dry, f_ck them on the rag
Tag their toes, check ’em off my list
Hoes get f_cked, they don’t get kissed
A simplistic pimp, gettin’ much respect
I’ll f_ck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world purse
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt, show me them titties
I’ll drive my d_ck right through your twin cities
Around your bends, over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth ’till I run out of gas
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
All world class
It ain’t nothing like black p_ssy on my d_ck
Word to your mama and your sister b_tch
I play hoes like a motherf_cking football game
I’ll pull my d_ck out and you’ll say it’s good yall came
Yall did yall’s thang, worked a n_gga front to back
In the Bill Clinton presidential cadillac
Smoked a sac, the b_tches couldn’t handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can’t complain, sh_t is all done with that
I f_cked so many hoes I can’t remember they names
But it ain’t about that, b_tch, I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my d_ck where your mouth at
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock you got the sex rhymes?
Snoop, I got the presidential sex rhymes
My n_gga
I’m on the private jet, out of JFK
Sippin’ the feds, feeling A-ok
Looked across the aisle and who did I see?
Bill motherf_ckin’ Clinton sittin’ next to me
We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up, asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mack and gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck 5 fingers up in her skirt
So I stuck 5, and that made 10
Sh_t, 2 roosters and only 1 hen
Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet
We tag-teamed that freak at 30,000 feet
Yeah, 30,000 motherf_ckin’ feet flying high
Kid Rock and Bill motherf_cking Clinton, you know
And we thought we does it most on the coast
Sh_t, you got the sex rhymes?
Hold on, let me see if you got some gangster sh_t, homey
‘Cause if you do, I’ma kick some for ya
Little something like this
Oh sh_t, it’s some gangster sh_t
All I need is a gangster b_tch
‘Cause gangster sh_t is all I kick
I f_cks with a black, brown, or a white chick
B_tch you can act like you ain’t worth a sh_t
I’m here to strip a b_tch, and co-temp a b_tch
Lookin’ for love in all the wrong places
Lookin’ for love, f_ck love, it’s too racist
Smokin’ the dove in too many places
Bustin’ a nut in too many b_tches faces
Well, i’m Kid Rock got p_ssy galore
You might get a lot of p_ssy, I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks know what’s up
You’s a player, nope, i’m a flat out sl_t (hah!)
Got what you came for yes indeed
Extasy and a sea of weed
Gotta seed the plant in your field of crack
I’ll wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tap your keg
One leg on the dash, and one on the floor
I’ll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullsh_t pass us
We got whatever you need
I got extasy, I got pounds of weed
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullsh_t pass us
We got whatever you need
I got extasy, I got pounds of weed
