Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Vocals
Kenny Olson
Kenny Olson
Lead Guitar
Matt O'Brien
Matt O'Brien
Bass Guitar
Jimmie Bones
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Stefanie Eulinberg
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Jason Edward Krause
Jason Edward Krause
Guitar
Bobby East
Bobby East
Slide Guitar
Swamp Dogg
Swamp Dogg
Sampled Artist
Uncle Kracker
Uncle Kracker
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenny Olson
Kenny Olson
Songwriter
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
John Travis
John Travis
Songwriter
Jerry Williams Jr.
Jerry Williams Jr.
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
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
John Travis
John Travis
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lit up like the fourth, I'm a happy drunk
Come to papa, big mama, 'cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump-pump it up like the Goodyear blimp
Make ya holler for a dollar, that's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Them's all the things that I ain't gon' buy you
It's like one of them freak thangs
Hit it once, maybe every couple week thangs
I got no love, I got no riches
I don't roll Vogues, and I ain't got switches
I got no game, I can't reward ya
But if you want a long one, baby
[Verse 2]
I got one for ya
This is your shot
I got one for ya
This is your shot
Uh-huh, check it
[Verse 3]
People always talking what they gonna do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the **** happened to the peace and love?
Who planted that glove, man I don't care
I'm too busy running fingers through your mama's hair
I got no time for the fakes and the phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side?
Test my pride, I bet you'd run and hide
You think I'm weak so you're looking for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my nine mil and
[Verse 4]
I got one for ya
This is your shot
I got one for ya
This is your shot
Jimmy-Jimmy, Ji-, a-Jimmy-Jimmy
[Verse 5]
Yeah, lay it down brother
Lay it down with me baby
Lay it down with me baby
A-this is your shot
[Verse 6]
Record companies stressin', 'cause they all want hits
And yeah I'm, 'bout it-'bout it, so I make 'em like this
They say, Hey there boy, all we need is one song
Shorten up that hook, we don't need it that long
Don't wanna hear me cuss, don't wanna hear me brag
So I'm grabbing on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never bitten what I'm written, just writing what I'm doing
They say they like my records, but they're still boo-hooing
My joints always tight, my rhymes will floor ya
Hey slime, you wanna hit, money?
[Verse 7]
I got one for ya
Bet that ass
This is your shot
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I got one for ya
Here it is
This is your shot
We got one for ya
Me and Kid Rock
We got one for ya, baby
Me and Kid Rock
I-I got one for ya, baby
I-I got one for ya, baby
I-I got one for ya, baby
Me and Kid Rock
We got it, gonna rock and we're gonna roll
Gonna rock and gonna roll, gonna rock and roll
Gonna rock and gonna roll, gonna rock and the rock
Ha-ha-ha, HA-HA
I like that
Written by: Jerry Williams, John A. Travis, Kenny Olson, Matthew Shafer, Robert J. Ritchie
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