Kid Rock - The Prodigal Son Returns - Sözleri

P-P-P pass the boota, pass the boota

Cause i wanna get, P-P-P pass the boota

P-P-P pass the boota, cause i wanna get off

All the fuckers that are tryin to dis the Kid Rock

When it comes to rhyms i got a new Caddy

You can get shot, but first i'm gonna get hot

Cause you got about as much flavor as a fuckin rice patty

It lights the way ahh

Babe, ahh dont quit your day job

But on the mic i'm God

And workin hard for your moneys what i x'ed hoe

Cause i wont sell my soul for some wax dipped in cheap gold

Par 4 motherfucker whatcha gonna do

1 wood 7 iron and i'm on the green at 2

With 1 putt i lyin a birdy in the hole

So give it up hoe

I drive the show putt for dough

I get a lot of funny looks

I aint to fuckin crook

I aint stealin your music, my man

Your playin dummy with your pride

And all that jive your preachin, it's borin

And you cant tell me shit about a funny vibe

God saved my soul, you save the fuckin rain forest

And i'll meet you in hell

The prodigal son Kid Rock i rock well

(only time will tell)

Well it's been coast from the midway

And at first glance you wouldnt guess no

I even make my own homemade wine

Smokin grass and sniffin lines

Moonshine, Red wine, stir it up, drink it up

Cut it up, light it up, sniff it up, rock it up

Roll it up, light it up, toke down, pass around

Gimme a pipe and i just might smoke it

Object it, sellect it, clean it, protect it

Suck it in, tie it up, stick it and inject it

All night, that's right, pop it drop it

Set it on your tongue and then trip til you peak

														   

														   











		
			



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