| Fuck bitches dry, fuck 'em on the rag
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| Tag their toes, check off my list
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| Hoes get fucked, they don’t get kissed
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| A simplistic pimp, getting much respect
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| I’ll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
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| Jet set the country on the world purse
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| Just to show you how a real pimp works
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| Remove your shirt, show me them titties
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| I’ll drive my dick right through your twin cities
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| Around your bends, over your curves and ass
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| Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas
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| Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what
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| Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, what you say
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| Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what
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| All world class, well
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| It ain’t nothing like black pussy on my dick
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| Word to your momma and your sister, bitch
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| I play hoes like a motherfuckin’football game
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| I pull my dick out and then say it’s good y’all came
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| Y’all did your thing, worked a nigga from front to back
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| In the Bill Clinton presidential cadillac
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| We smoked a sack, the bitches couldn’t handle that
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| Blew out my brains and left no stain
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| I can’t complain, shit, it’s all done with game
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| I fucked so many hoes, I can’t remember their names
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| But it ain’t about that, bitch, I really doubt that
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| Just turn the lights out and put my dick where your mouth at
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| (Snoop Dogg)
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| Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
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| (Kid Rock, you got the sex rhymes)
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| Snoop, I got the presidential sex rhymes
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| (My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, haha)
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| I’m on a private jet out of J-F-K
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| Sippin’a vex, feelin’a-o-k
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| Looked across the aisle and who did I see
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| Bill motherfuckin’Clinton sittin’next to me We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs
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| The stewardess walked up, asked us for our autographs
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| I thought I was mack and I gave her two free shirts
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| Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
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| So I stuck five, and that made ten
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| Shit, two roosters and only one hen
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| Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet
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| We tag-teamed that freak at thirty-thousand feet, haha
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| Yeah, thirty-thousand motherfuckin’feet flying high, ooh
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| Kid Rock and George motherfuckin’Bush
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| And we thought we does it the most in the coast
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| Shit, we got the sex rhymes, hold it, hold it Let me see if you got some gangsta shit, homey
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| Cause if you do, I’m a kick something for you
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| A little something like this
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| Oh shit, some gangsta shit
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| All I need is a gangsta bitch
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| Cause gangsta shit is all I kick
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| I fucks with a black, brown or a white chick
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| Bitch you can act like you ain’t with the shit
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| I’m here to strip a bitch, and cold pimp a bitch
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| Lookin’for love in all the wrong places
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| Lookin’for love, fuck love, it’s two races
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| Smoking it up in too many places
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| Bustin’a nut in too many bitches’faces
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| Well, I’m Kid Rock, got pussy galore
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| You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more
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| Got scores of whores, and macks know what’s up
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| 'You's a player', nope, I’m a flat-out slut
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| Got what you came for, yes indeed
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| Ecstasy and a sea of weed
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| Got a seed to plant in a field of crack
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| I wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack
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| You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
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| You can rub my back while I tap your keg
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| One leg on the dash and one on the floor
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| I’ll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more
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| (Kid Rock)
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| Money, hoes, tits and asses
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| We got the goods and the bullshit pass us We got whatever you need
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| (I got ecstasy), I got pounds of weed
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| (Kid Rock)
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| Money, hoes, tits and asses
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| We got the goods and the bullshit pass us We got whatever you need
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| (I got ecstasy), I got pounds of weed |