Do what you have to

I do what I had to

To break through a pick a style that sticks like glue

And as I rank I wanna thank no one

Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done

You helped me around

My parents put me down

I never skipped town

I stood my ground

We kept showin up

Drinkin and throwin up

Rap was my life

As I was growin up

Actin a fool in school no one topped us

Smart ass in class at times abnoxious

Drivin a bronco

Runnin my own show

And pullin the look a like Marilyn Monroe hoes

And me and Bo got together

Made sense

Spent many nights in Mt. Clemens basements

I scratched records and performed a few tricks

KDC mix let the Black man talk shit

Pumpin the new sounds town to town

Who holds it down like Bad Leroy Brown

Now I won't stop cause yo I'm Kid Rock

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They don't want me

Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done



F-F-Fames a costin the price ain't nice

Its like the roll of the dice

For a whole new life

But don’t get my song wrong

I enjoy it alot

Walkin around like a big shot

Cause I'm Kid Rock

Smooth as an ice cube

Cool as an igloo

And more complex, than a rubix cube

A healthy wealthy young one with a quick tongue

Smart from the start and from the heart my rhymes run

And as I incline thru time to get mine

I try not to slide, but walk a straight line

Though it’s hard when the climb gets steep

The one who finds is the one who seeks

So I sought and fought

And alot I got taught

And although I left those who stole got caught

Many shows I rocked

Many suckers I laughed at

And those who snapped back usually got slapped

The cat if I was strap

Cause I was a sun of a gun

Livin life on the run

Now I pleaded 18 and outdone by none

Bold, Young, Handsome, Bad like Bronson

Pumpin the new sounds town to town

And when in motown I cool out in Greektown

On the upside with nuthin too high

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They don't wnat me

Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done

Chuck nice break that beat down

Uh huh...Uh huh..Uh huh

KDC...huh



Six Generations of rap and I’m first

Ready to burst, the style is rehearsed

I worked and worked and worked and I worked

When many thought I was just gettin jerked

Used, abused, but I paid my dues

And now no one out there could fill my shoes

And my pants and do this dance

This shit didn't happen by chance

It went slow not quick, but now I'm your pick

Ain’t that a trip when I started from zip

And now up and up and up I wont stop

The flop just pop the flat top the Kid Rock

Yes me the low key MC

With the ability to rock a party

Anywhere and make people stare

I’m lookin while I’m cookin with no care

Pumpin the new sound town to town

Who holds it down like bad Leroy Brown

And still I wont stop growin this flat top

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They don't want me

Cause I worked like a bitch to get the job done