Kid Rock - Trucker Anthem Lyrics
Oh-e-o ohhhh ohOh-e-o ohhhh ohOh-e-o ohhhh ohOh-e-o ohhhh ohWhos in the house?TruckerrrrrrWhos in the house?TruckerrrrrrWhos in the house?TruckerrrrrrWhos in the house?TruckerrrrrrWhos in the house?TruckerrrrrrWhos in the house?Oh-e-o ohhhh ohOh-e-o ohhhh ohOh-e-o ohhhh ohOh-e-o ohhhh ohSingin, hey now people here we comeHere we come mother*****ersHere we, kinny come comeYou know what we do and where were fromDetroit babyYou got 15 seconds to get this seat nowWere gonna start this show and blow your mind nowYeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh(whos your uncle? )Uncle krackerrrrrrIm double wide on the side, in the back of the busIm your uncle kracker sittin platnum plusDouble platnum (what? ) tripple platnum (*****)Youd be a calm mother*****er if you add that up.Can you back that up?Yeah, but what for?I got a big brick house with 2 gold doors.Was born in that, you need to shut my mouthIm the same mother*****er you been hearin aboutKracker went pop?Naw, I did the pop bashFloatin through the air waves, pickin up cashI dropped bottom d, people thought I went soft, shitIm still very difficult to ***** withStraight outta the sticks of romeo michiganThe early morning stoned mother*****ing pimp of the God damn nationnnnnnnYe haw mother*****ers lets rockWith the kid, thats all, ya dig, ya dont stopGot rifs to rock, brought boones to slamNow whos the man? kid rock God damnBack on the scene like a fiend for beatsAint slept in weeksGot too many freaksSeen too many geeksTry to rock the rap, so Im back with heatTo unseat the wackIma unpack, and set up shopIma step back and watch you rockIma rock track, so stop the popThen ima master blastin through the aftershockI got, dug ditches to burry you *****esWho roll the flow and wanna stop the showSo ima roll and flow another encore sevenFrom north of detroit, way south of heavenHeaven, heaven, heavenYeahhhhTurn it up, turn it up turn it upUghh come onnnnnKid rock mother*****er with the tbtRollin through your city like the general leeYou wanna ***** with me? dont test the oddsCause your arms are too short to box with godBut if ya, send me your address, Ill swing byCall up your friends, Ill get your whole *****in crew highSay bye, bye, bye to the wackAnd let it be known kid rock is backYeahhh rollin with the tbtWere gonna rock the house for my man joe c.Yeahh, we wanna start this show, come onCome on, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
