Kid Rock - 3 Sheets to the Wind (What’s My Name) lyrics
[Kid Rock - 3 Sheets to the Wind What’s My Name lyrics]
What's my name? Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Ahhh i'm here and it's clear I'm
Going to flow so yo, black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Because it isn't Kojak or Dr seuss
It's the kid
Motherfucker and I'm going to get loose
Because I got the juice to
Spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Rough like brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhodes
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but you don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothing but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the
Trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the FBI
Although I've tried every method
Just to get high lSD is what I'm tripping on
And OE bitch is what I'm sipping on
A big fat booty's what I'm gripping on
But for now I'm going to
Rock and keep ripping on
Down to the mother fucking AM
As I co bump and jump and
Keep the crowd in mayhem no brain no pain
Now come on y'all and tell me what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Come On, Come On what's My Name
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Sing that shit kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock uhh I said what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Now break it down like this
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet dragging
Tagging hoes getting lots of trim
Getting jocks and props for all
The spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew you
I'm a bang for you
Because the Kid Rock isn't no bitch yo
And I am not no radio want to get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me
And fuck all you cops you aren't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
So stay off my dick because I ain't the one
For anyone tryin to bust me up
You better chill with that tryin
To fuck me up and if you're talking shit I'm
Gonna shut you up
And all ya wack DJ's I'm gonna cut ya up
Because I don't give a fuck about no one
And when I wax
I tax and that's just how it goes son
'Cause I ain't no sucker
Because I'm the Kid rock motherfucker
Straight from Motown and I won't slow down
I cease the cheese MC's I mow down
And I show no shame because I'm down for mine
Now tell me what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Come on bitch what's my name
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Come on, come on kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock uhh I said what's my name
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock kid Rock
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Ahhh i'm here and it's clear I'm
Going to flow so yo, black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Because it isn't Kojak or Dr seuss
It's the kid
Motherfucker and I'm going to get loose
Because I got the juice to
Spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Rough like brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhodes
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but you don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothing but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the
Trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the FBI
Although I've tried every method
Just to get high lSD is what I'm tripping on
And OE bitch is what I'm sipping on
A big fat booty's what I'm gripping on
But for now I'm going to
Rock and keep ripping on
Down to the mother fucking AM
As I co bump and jump and
Keep the crowd in mayhem no brain no pain
Now come on y'all and tell me what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Come On, Come On what's My Name
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Sing that shit kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock uhh I said what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Now break it down like this
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet dragging
Tagging hoes getting lots of trim
Getting jocks and props for all
The spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew you
I'm a bang for you
Because the Kid Rock isn't no bitch yo
And I am not no radio want to get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me
And fuck all you cops you aren't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
So stay off my dick because I ain't the one
For anyone tryin to bust me up
You better chill with that tryin
To fuck me up and if you're talking shit I'm
Gonna shut you up
And all ya wack DJ's I'm gonna cut ya up
Because I don't give a fuck about no one
And when I wax
I tax and that's just how it goes son
'Cause I ain't no sucker
Because I'm the Kid rock motherfucker
Straight from Motown and I won't slow down
I cease the cheese MC's I mow down
And I show no shame because I'm down for mine
Now tell me what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Come on bitch what's my name
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock
Come on, come on kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock uhh I said what's my name
Kid Rock Rock kid Rock Rock kid Rock