| Lay it on me
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| King Cowboy baby, you know my credits
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| Don’t ask if it’s true, fuck it I said it
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| Regret it? |
| (Never) Pimpin'? |
| (Forever)
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| Pull more hoe’s than the free cash levers
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| So you better never, question the cleaver, cleaver
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| I sever whatever, forget her, and turn 'em redder than ever
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| You bet I wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me
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| Cause that’s how we do it up in Detroit city
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| 71 super charged big block HEMI
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| Ya eldavarge, I’m livin' more like Lemmy
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| B-B-B-B-B Benny and the jet’s is hot
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| But you aint never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock
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| And Twisted Brown Truckers like a loaded gun
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| We’re the band that other bands run from
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| Doin' the backstage boogie is where you’ll find me
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| If you want some of that flash a pass, come back and
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| lay it on me
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| Lay it on me
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| Baby you got
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| Lay it on me
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| Uhh.just lay it on me
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| Lay it on me
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| Lay it on me
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| Now, people always say I aint livin' right
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| But it aint my fault you misplaced your life
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| Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy
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| Now she’s gettin' fucked up in Detroit city
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| Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs
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| Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs
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| 1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I’m gone
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| Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn
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| I’m makin' pancakes baby if ya crack the eggs
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| You’ll feel the Irish Tornado if you spread your legs
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| No need to beg, and don’t trail behind me
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| Just step up front a little lady and
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| Lay it on me
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| Lay it on me
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| Baby you got
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| Lay it on me
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| Uhh uhh uhh uhh. |
| just lay it on me
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| Lay it on me
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| Lay it on me
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| (talkbox)Here we go, lets, lets jam.
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| We’re comin', we’re comin', we’re comin'
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| Live from Detroit it’s Saturday night
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| Got the funky fresh rhymes no need to bite
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| And to ya’ll hee haws who thought I’d never rank
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| I’m goin' hahahahaha all the way to the bank bitch
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| I got rich off a keepin' it real
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| While you radioheads are reinventin' the wheel
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| Got critics all trippin' off I don’t know what
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| While I’m sippin' king louie not givin' a fuck
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| Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews
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| But you’ll never find another who can fill my shoes
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| Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap
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| Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that
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| Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers
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| From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers
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| Understand I want peace like Ghandi
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| But until that day I’ma walk this way so
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| Lay it on me
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| I’m talkin' all night long
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| Lay it on me
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| Like a bang a gong
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| Lay it on me
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| With AC/DC on
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| From hells bells to the next 9 songs
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| Lay it on me
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| I can love you like that
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| Lay it on me
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| I’d rather fuck to Foghat
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| Lay it on me
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| Yeah I can make you shake
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| Slow ride it baby through the piano break
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| So step up front little lady
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| Lay it on me
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| Got to lay it on
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| Lay it on me
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| Yeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh
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| Ohhhhhh lat it on me
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| You gotta 1, 2, 3 give it up
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| Lay it on me |