Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lay It on Me, artist - Kid Rock. Date of issue: 18.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 hoe’s than the free cash levers |
| So you better never, question the cleaver, cleaver |
| I sever whatever, forget her, and turn 'em redder than ever |
| You bet I wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me |
| Cause that’s how we do it up in Detroit city |
| 71 super charged big block HEMI |
| Ya eldavarge, I’m livin' more like Lemmy |
| B-B-B-B-B Benny and the jet’s is hot |
| But you aint 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 |
| Lay it on me |
| Now, people always say I aint livin' right |
| But it aint my fault you misplaced your life |
| 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 Irish Tornado if you spread your legs |
| No need to beg, and don’t trail behind me |
| Just step up front a little lady and |
| Lay it on me |
| Lay it on me |
| Baby you got |
| Lay it on me |
| Uhh uhh uhh uhh. |
| just lay it on me |
| Lay it on me |
| Lay it on me |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| (talkbox)Here we go, lets, lets jam. |
| We’re comin', we’re comin', we’re comin' |
| Live from Detroit it’s Saturday night |
| Got the funky fresh rhymes no need to bite |
| And to ya’ll hee haws who thought I’d never rank |
| I’m goin' hahahahaha 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 Ghandi |
| 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, come on, come on |
| So step up front little lady |
| Lay it on me |
| Got to lay it on |
| Lay it on me |
| Yeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh |
| Ohhhhhh lat it on me |
| You gotta 1, 2, 3 give it up |
| Lay it on me |