Kid Rock - Lay It On Me Lyrics
Lay it on meKing cowboy baby, you know my creditsDont ask if its true, ***** it I said itRegret it? (never) pimpin? (forever)Pull more hoes than the free cash leversSo you better never, question the cleaver, cleaverI sever whatever, forget her, and turn em redder than everYou better wet her, and leave her makin her miss meCause thats how we do it up in detroit city71 super charged big block hemmyYa eldavarge, Im livin more like lemmyB-b-b-b-b benny and the jets is hotBut you aint never met a mother*****er like kid rockAnd twisted brown truckers like a loaded gunWere the band that other bands run fromDoin the backstage boogie is where youll find meIf you want some of that flash a pass, come back andLay it on meLay it on meBaby you gotLay it on meUhh..just lay it on meLay it on meLay it on meNow, people always say I aint livin rightBut it aint my fault you misplaced your lightReplaced your wife with some 2 bit missyNow shes gettin *****ed up in detroit cityKickin with the hippies, bikers, thugsHit me with a micky, fast women and drugs1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute Im goneWake me up to eat around the crack of dawnIm makin pancakes baby if ya crack the eggsYoull feel the hours torn later when you spread your legsNo need to bag, and dont trail behind meJust step up front a little lady andLay it on meLay it on meBaby you gotLay it on meUhh uhh uhh uhh..just lay it on meLay it on meLay it on meHey, hey, hey(talkbox)here we go, lets, lets jam.Were comin, were comin, were cominLive from detroit its saturday nightGot the funky fresh rhyme no beat to biteAnd to yall hee haws who thought Id never rankIm goin hahahahaha all the way to the bank *****I got rich off a keepin it realWhile you radioheads are reinventin the wheelGot critics all trippin off I dont know whatWhile Im sippin king louie not givin a *****Trash me in the news, give me wack reviewsBut youll never find another who can fill my shoesWho can roll the blues, who can rock the rapWho can rock, who can roll, who can flow like thatUhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbersFrom pam anderson to suzanne summersUnderstand I want peace like gandiBut until that day ima walk this way soLay it on meIm talkin all night longLay it on meLike a bang a gongLay it on meWith ac/dc onFrom hells bells to the next 9 songsLay it on meI can love you like thatLay it on meId rather ***** to foghatLay it on meYeah I can make you shakeSlow ride it baby through the piano breakCome on, come on, come onSo step up front little ladyLay it on meGot to lay it onLay it on meYeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhOhhhhhh lat it on meYou gotta 1, 2, 3 give it upLay it on me
