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Rock 90s - James Laid Lyrics

Cowboy baby
You know my credits
Don't ask if it's true
Fuck it I said it
Regret It
Never
Pimpin'
Forever
Pull more hoe's than a free cash lever
So you better never
Question the clever clever
I'll sever whatever go getter and turn em' redder than ever
You bet I'll wet her
And leaving her making' to miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit City
71 supercharged big block hemi
Your El DeBarge
I'm livin' more like Lemmy
Benny and The Jets is Hot
But you ain't never met a muthafucker like Kid Rock
And Twisted Brown Trucker's like a loaded gun
We're the band
That other bands run from
Doing the backstage boogie
Is were you'll find me
If you want some of that
Flash a pass come back
And lay it on me
Lay it on me
Baby you've got to
Lay it on me
Just lay it on me
You gots to
Lay it on me
Now, people always saying I ain't living right
But it ain't my fault you misplaced your life
Replaced your wife
With some two bit missy
Now she's getting fucked-up in Detroit City
Tripping' with the hippies
Bikers, Thugs
Hit me with a Mickey
Fast women and drugs
1 love for 2 minutes
The third minute I'm gone
Wake me up to eat
Around the crack of dawn
I'm making pancakes baby
If you crack the eggs
You'll feel the Irish tornado
If you spread your legs
No need to beg
And don't trail behind me
Just step up front
A little lady
Lay it on me
Baby you've got to lay it on me
Just lay it on me
You've gots to lay it on me
We're coming
Live from Detroit
It's Saturday night
Got the funky fresh rhymes
No need to bite
And to ya'll ye haws
Who thought I'd never rank
I'm going
All the way to the bank bitch
I got rich off of keeping it real
While you Radioheads
Are reinventing the wheel
Got critics all tripping off of I don't know what
While I'm sippin' King Louis
Not giving a fuck
Trash me in the news
Give me wack reviews
But you'll never find another
Who can fill my shoes
Who can moan the blues
Who can rock the rap
Who can rock
Who can roll
Who can flow like that
Black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers
From Pam Anderson
To Susan Summers
Understand I want peace like Gandhi
But until that dayI'm a walk this way
So lay it on me
I'm talking all night long
Lay it on me
Like a bang a gong
Lay it on me
With AC/DC on
From Hells Bells
To the next 9 songs
Lay it on
I can love you like that
Lay it on me
I'd rather fuck to Foghat
Lay it on me
I can make you shake
Slow ride it baby
Through the piano break
Come on
So step up front a little lady
Lay it on me.