Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Misty Love
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Kenny Olson
Kenny Olson
Lead Guitar
Stefanie Eulinberg
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Jimmie Bones
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Shirley Hayden
Shirley Hayden
Background Vocals
The Politicians
The Politicians
Sampled Artist
Uncle Kracker
Uncle Kracker
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BRIAN HOLLAND
BRIAN HOLLAND
Songwriter
Holland Eddie
Holland Eddie
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
Lamont Dozier
Lamont Dozier
Songwriter
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Producer
Aaron Lepley
Aaron Lepley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek Matuja
Derek Matuja
Assistant Engineer
Al Sutton
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
John Travis
John Travis
Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
The Twisted Brown Trucker
The Twisted Brown Trucker
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

It ain't nothin' but a party, hey From the early evening till the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way, welcome to the party Well, my name's Kid Rock, I'm a Capricorn And Detroit's city where I was born When I was young, I knew I'd always be A super live body rockin' MC I'm TNT, I'm dynamite And I'm gonna rock this party all damn night I've got the gift of gab, I can walk the walk I became an MC when I learned to talk Sayin' goo-goo ga-ga I gotta lotta time to eat MC like piranha I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate 'Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick I'm the ladies pick all around the world But I only got eyes for just one girl I don't twirl like a ballerina I roll through town and I rock arenas I may seem a little underage But at least I am not underpaid I'm one of kind, here to shock your mind And I will serve no rhymes, before their time The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same Who's to blame, I don't really know But my game's so tight, I think I'm gonna go pro So here we go here, here we go I'ma rock it up high, then rock it down low From the floor to the ceiling to the living room 'Cause people like to hear my base go boom Boom, b-boom, boom, b-boom, boom, boom, boom Prrrii, boom, boom, ba boom, boom, boom The one, two, three the three, two, one Don't stop me, know I've just begun Don't cut me down, don't start no fight Or I'll put my foot in your ass tonight I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars And when I set my sights, I shoot for stars I don't like small cars or real big women But somehow I always find myself in 'em I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone I'm a one-man band with a microphone Here to make you shake and move your body So come on in and welcome to the party It ain't nothin' but a party, hey From the early evening 'til break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way, welcome to the party Uh, uh 'cuse me Mr. Kid Rock What's up? Can I do my thing? Can I have a little something to say right here? Oh yeah, go ahead, baby I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know Alize is too sweet and beer will make ya fat I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognaic I'm all of that and a bag of chips Fuck it, I'm the whole damn party mix I'm the chick that seems all that classy You can't party with me, or you can kiss my It ain't nothin' but a party, hey From the early evening to the break of day So step this way and let your mind be free And by the way, welcome to the party Hey Grandmaster Bob, that old school shit's fresh But uh, let's rock some of that fuckin' 1998 Kid Rock shit, bro I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy I'm a rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy Rock your pants off and talk with a flip off People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off I'm no rip off, it's all original Not too political, a little cynical About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of caca I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa Don't start drama, macks in the Bahamas Rock on the dance floor to din dada 'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate Got your girl suckin' dick on videotape, uh I like pussy, sucking on tities Fucked a lot of different bitches from a bunch of different cities Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool I'll tell you drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school I got a whirlpool, don't even ask Lickin' pussy underwater, shootin' bubbles up your ass I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind Me, Slick Willie in the D.C. Shrine, uh Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks Forget the bullshit and bust like this I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor I take from my bitches and give it to my whore's What up, I'm saying everybody You get fucked-up and I'll rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Rock the party, rock the party Dude, you're out of your fuckin' mind Everybody got the job, you're all hired
Writer(s): Lamont Dozier, Matthew Shafer, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland, R.j. Ritchie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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