Kid Rock - I Got 1 for Ya lyrics
[Kid Rock - I Got 1 for Ya lyrics]
Lit up like the 4th, I'ma happy drunk
Come to papa big mama
Cause your daddy's drunk i wanna pump
Pump it up like the Good Year blimp
Make ya holla for a dolla
That's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp
Dinners on the bayou
Thems are the things that I
Ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak thangs
Hit it once, maybe every couple weeks thangs
I got no love, I got no riches
I don't roll vouges and I ain't got switches
I got no game, I can't reward ya
But if you wanna long one, baby
I got one for ya this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
(Uh huh check it)
People always talkin' what they gonna do
They must want their face to
Maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the fuck to the peace and love
Who planted that glove? Man I don't care
I'm too busy running my fingers
Thru your mama's hair
I got no time for the fakes and the phonies
The crooks and the creeps and
The cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side?
Test my pride, I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you
Looking for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my ninemilly
I got one for ya this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
(Uh huh check it)
Jimmy Jimmy Ji-Jimmy Jimmy
Yeah yeah, lay it down brotha
(Lay it down wit it baby)
Record companies stressing cause they
All want hit's
And yeah I'm bout it-bout it so
I make 'em like this
They say "Hey there boy all
We need is one song
Shorten up that hook we don't
Need it that long" don't wanna hear me cuss
Don't wanna hear me brag
So I'm grabbing on my thingy while
I let my pants sag
Never been what I've written
Just writing what I'm doing
They say they like my records
But they're still boo hooing
My choice always tight
My rhymes will floor ya
Hey Slime you wanna hit money? Ha ha ha
I got one for ya this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
(Uh huh check it)
Come to papa big mama
Cause your daddy's drunk i wanna pump
Pump it up like the Good Year blimp
Make ya holla for a dolla
That's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp
Dinners on the bayou
Thems are the things that I
Ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak thangs
Hit it once, maybe every couple weeks thangs
I got no love, I got no riches
I don't roll vouges and I ain't got switches
I got no game, I can't reward ya
But if you wanna long one, baby
I got one for ya this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
(Uh huh check it)
People always talkin' what they gonna do
They must want their face to
Maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the fuck to the peace and love
Who planted that glove? Man I don't care
I'm too busy running my fingers
Thru your mama's hair
I got no time for the fakes and the phonies
The crooks and the creeps and
The cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side?
Test my pride, I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you
Looking for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my ninemilly
I got one for ya this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
(Uh huh check it)
Jimmy Jimmy Ji-Jimmy Jimmy
Yeah yeah, lay it down brotha
(Lay it down wit it baby)
Record companies stressing cause they
All want hit's
And yeah I'm bout it-bout it so
I make 'em like this
They say "Hey there boy all
We need is one song
Shorten up that hook we don't
Need it that long" don't wanna hear me cuss
Don't wanna hear me brag
So I'm grabbing on my thingy while
I let my pants sag
Never been what I've written
Just writing what I'm doing
They say they like my records
But they're still boo hooing
My choice always tight
My rhymes will floor ya
Hey Slime you wanna hit money? Ha ha ha
I got one for ya this is your shot
I got one for ya this is your shot
(Uh huh check it)