Devil Without a Cause - Kid Rock：歌詞、音樂影片和演唱會

Devil Without a Cause

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Devil Without a Cause 由 Top Dog/Atlantic 於 1998年8月18日發行，收錄於專輯《》中Devil Without a Cause

歌曲詳情

專輯Devil Without a Cause

發行日期1998年8月18日

標籤Top Dog/Atlantic

旋律

原聲音質

Valence

節奏感

輕快

BPM92

概覽

歌詞

積分

演出藝人

搖滾小子

主唱

Kenny Olson

主奏吉他

Joe C.

聲樂

Shirley Hayden

和聲

Misty Love

和聲

Stefanie Eulinberg

Stefanie Eulinberg

鼓

Jimmie Bones

電子琴

Uncle Kracker

唱片機

詞曲

Jalil Hutchins

詞曲創作

Kenny Olson

詞曲創作

Lawrence Smith

詞曲創作

Robert J. Ritchie

Robert J. Ritchie

詞曲創作

Matthew Shafer

詞曲創作

Todd Shaw

詞曲創作

搖滾小子

弦樂編曲

John Travis

弦樂編曲

製作與工程團隊

搖滾小子

製作人

John Travis

工程師

Derek Matuja

助理工程師

Al Sutton

混音師

Tony Dawsey

母帶工程師

The Twisted Brown Trucker Band

The Twisted Brown Trucker Band

助理工程師

歌詞

[Verse 1]

You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name

But you don't know my game and never felt my pain

Can't read my brain but you read my lips

And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits

Now don't even trip, be a man instead

Give thanks, I'm alive when I should be dead

Uh, I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distorting

People claiming they know me

But they only know a portion

I'ma move mountains and touch the sun

Don't get scared now, you know this day would come

So hold your bids, all bets are closed

And fuck all you hoes

[Verse 2]

'Cause it's been a long time coming

But I finally broke like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke

Like some uncut dope, motherfucker

Kid Rock's to blame

Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed

No sell out, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio

I'm coming from the R-O-M-E-O

Watch me throw like a fist of rage

Self-made and paid and sold of twelve gauges

Up that ass for the night eight, night eight)

Never fake, shake straight from the Great Lakes

Seven years on wax coming correct

Flat out, you diss me punk, that's when I pull the strap out

[Verse 3]

And I get to buck, buck, bucking

And fuck, fuck, fucking your hoes

'Cause they know who's running this shit

Top dawg, I'm the CEO

Role model, Your mother-fucking H-E-R-O

My motto, be cool, keep pimping

Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln

Four Vogues on a hundred spokes

We bust Biltmore Beavers and top dawg coats

We float like butterfly, sting like queen bees

Strapped with AK's straight from the Chinese

What the fuck's going on in the D?

Bunch a white boys pimping like the K-I-D

And it's all good, I got love for my honkeys

We roll thick kick ass like donkeys

Anybody fucks with you I'm gonna mack 'em

Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum

[Verse 4]

I'm going platinum

I'm going platinum

We're going platinum

Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum

(Devil, devil)

[Verse 5]

Yeah, we come to party

So get down everybody

Yeah, we come to party

[Verse 6]

I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winner's

To New York City and seven hundred dollars dinners

From hanging with sinners and second hand cheap sex

To getting much respect from top record exec's

The cool kid's coming up to call y'all out

So shut up now or put my calls in your mouth

Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot

When I was tossed in the dime baby, left to rot

[Verse 7]

Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny

Now my fucking bunnies getting fucking Matchbox 20 money

Motherfuckers wanna claim their down

But when I was broken down I never see them around

All the shit was talked, all the shit we dreamed

I did it without you, I got a brand new team

No triple beams, it seems like a movie

Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi

No more fluzzies, only high class hoes

Couple when it rains and a few when it snows

A brand new nose to go along with my habit

And a garden hose made out of twenty-four karat

[Verse 8]

Bought a couple parrots that like to squawk

And they sound like you and all the shit you talk

Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc

You too old to kid, too soft to rock

Already did what most love to shout

Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out

And there ain't no doubt in my mind

That I'ma stomp all over your test of time

[Verse 9]

I'm going platinum

I'm going platinum

I'm going platinum

We're going platinum

Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum

[Verse 10]

Devil

Devil

(Come on)

Devil

Devil

[Verse 11]

Straight outta the streets of Taylor

Three foot high, ready to get fly

Joe C

[Verse 12]

I'm the J-O-E to the C, hoe

Call me Joe C, got more game that Coleco

Ima' freak, hoe, call me sick

Three-foot-nine with a ten foot dick

The ladies' pick, I'ma crazy hick

And rake through kind like a bum through wine

It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead

Old ass piss but small as ass

Watch me pass, smoke some hash

You're ranking grass while I'm ranking cash

High ass voice like Aaron Nevelle

And I'm down with the devil

[Verse 13]

Say, 'we like to party, rock the party'

We like to party, rock the party

We like to party, rock the party

We like to party, rock the party

You like to party, rock the party

We like to party, rock the party

You like to party, rock the party

Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum

Written by: Jalil Hutchins, Kenny Olson, Lawrence Smith, Matthew Shafer, Robert J. Ritchie, Todd Shaw

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