Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song American Bad Ass, artist - Kid Rock. Album song Greatest Hits: You Never Saw Coming, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 20.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
American Bad Ass |
Yeah! |
and I’ve set up and torn down this stage with my own two hands |
We’ve traveled this land packed tight in minivans |
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame |
I play their game, and then they scream my name |
I will show no shame, I live and die for this |
If I come off soft, then chew on this… |
Are you scared? |
Devil without cause, and I’m back |
With the beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks |
30-pack of Stroh’s, 30-pack of hoes |
No rogaine in the propane flows |
Chosen one, I’m the living proof |
With the gift of gab from the city of truth |
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back |
And I did not stutter when I said that |
I’m goin platinum sellin' rhymes |
I went platinum seven times |
And still they ill they wanna see us fry |
I guess because of only God knows why |
Why why why why |
Ohhhhh |
They call me cowboy, I’m the singer in black |
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you’re at |
And say (Hey, hey) |
Let me hear where you’re at and say (Hey, hey) |
I’m giving it back so say (Hey, hey) |
Show me some metal and say (Hey, hey, hey, hey) |
(Fuck all y’all) |
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top |
Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock |
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones |
David Allan Coe, and No Show Jones |
Yeah! |
Pass that bottle around |
Got the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown |
The underground stoned fuckin' pimp |
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack |
Never gayed away, I don’t play with ass |
But watch me rock with Liberace flash |
Punk rock the Clash, boy bands are trash |
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash |
Ohhhhh |
They call me cowboy, I’m the singer in black |
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you’re at |
And say «Hey, hey» |
Let me hear where you’re at and say (Hey, hey) |
I’m giving it back so say (Hey, hey) |
Show me some metal and say (Hey, hey, hey, hey) |
Yeah, I saw your band |
Jumping around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks (Psh!) |
When you gonna learn sucker? |
You just can’t fuck with Twisted Brown Trucker! |
I’m an American Bad Ass, watch me kick |
You can roll with Rock or you can suck my dick |
I’m a porno flick, I’m like Amazing Grace |
I’m gonna fuck some hoes after I rock this place |
Super fly living double wide |
Side car on my Glide so Joe C can ride |
Full sack to share, bringin flash and flair |
Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in the air |
Snake skin suit, 65 Chevelle |
See me ride in sin hear the rebel yell |
I won’t live to tell, so if you do |
Give the next generation a big «Fuck you!» |
Who knew I’d blow up like Oklahoma |
Said fuck high school, pissed on my diploma |
Smell the aroma, check my hits |
I know it stinks in here, cause I’m the shit |
Ohhhhh |
They call me cowboy, I’m the singer in black |
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you’re at |
And say (Hey, hey) |
Let me hear where you’re at and say (Hey, hey) |
I’m giving it back so say (Hey, hey) |
Show me some metal and say (Hey, hey, hey, hey) |
I’m a cowboy, bad ass in black singing |
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) |
From side to side, from front to back Say |
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) |
I put Detroit City back on the map by singin' |
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) |
Kid Rock’s in the house and that’s where I’m at! |