Cocky

Here we go (uh) Vo-vo-vo Come on clap that hands, everybody I used to be broke, confused, no joke I got used, smoked dope, I paid dues I refused to give up quick Now there's ten million motherf– on my dick So what, say how, say who F– what, f– me, fu– you Come clean, you know I will Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still, uh I'm the illest fool Cooler than the water in swimmin' pool Fly like a seagull, kickin' like a mule More jams than the Beatles from Liverpool, I deliver fool Now, who the f– are you? It's Kid Rock baby brother, from the old school Got more money than Matchbox 20 Get more ass than Mark McGrath They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?" It ain't braggin' motherf–, if you back it up They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?" It ain't braggin' motherf–, if you back it up, come on Now all the ladies in place with style and grace And if you're blessed with the pretty face Let me hear you say, "Aww" (aww) (Ayo Rock, tell 'em what you from, man, come on) I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A shirts, Cadillacs, big (titties) Skinny models you can keep those I like big corn fed mid western (hoes) Don't you know? Talk fast, pimp slow Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers Sippin' liquor, f– models, love strippers Known as the big tipper with the big dipper I got queens holdin' keys to my zipper, aw F– a real good girl I've got the baddest b– in the world They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?" It ain't braggin' motherf– if you back it up They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?" It ain't braggin' motherf– if you back it up, come on You think you got it good in Hollywood We got acres of land laid back in the woods (Ayo f– this shit, come on, Rock, just teach them) The Lakers got the Razz kicked by the f– pistols I can't believe it's last night again (haha) Woo