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Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause
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出演艺人
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
主唱
Kenny Olson
Kenny Olson
主音吉他
Joe C.
Joe C.
演唱
Shirley Hayden
Shirley Hayden
伴唱
Misty Love
Misty Love
伴唱
Stefanie Eulinberg
Stefanie Eulinberg
Jimmie Bones
Jimmie Bones
键盘
Uncle Kracker
Uncle Kracker
唱片机
作曲和作词
Jalil Hutchins
Jalil Hutchins
词曲作者
Lawrence Smith
Lawrence Smith
词曲作者
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
词曲作者
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
词曲作者
Kenny Olson
Kenny Olson
词曲作者
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
词曲作者
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
弦乐编曲
John Travis
John Travis
弦乐编曲
制作和工程
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
制作人
John Travis
John Travis
工程师
Derek Matuja
Derek Matuja
助理工程师
Al Sutton
Al Sutton
混音工程师
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
母带工程师
The Twisted Brown Trucker
The Twisted Brown Trucker
助理工程师

歌詞

You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name But you don't know my game, you 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 distortin' People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion I'ma move mountains and touch the sun Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come So hold your bids, all bets are closed And fuck all you hoes 'Cause it's been a long time comin' 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 ho, fuck the radio, I'm comin' from that R-O-M-E-O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawed-off 12-gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes Seven years on wax comin' correct Flat out you diss me punk, that's when I pull the strap out And I get to buck-buck-bucking, I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes 'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog, I'm the C-E-O Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O My motto, "Be Cool - Keep Pimpin'" Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln Four Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog coats We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese What the fuck's goin' on in the D Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D And it's all good I got love for my honkeys We roll thick kick ass like donkeys Anybody fuck's with you, I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum I'm going Platinum I'm going Platinum We're going platinum Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum Yeah, we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah, we come to party I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners To New York City and 700 dollar dinners From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin' much respect from top record execs The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot When I was tossed in the dime bin and left to rot Used to call me funny when my nose was fucking runny Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money Motherfuckers want to claim they're down But when I was broke and down, I never seen them around All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you, got a brand new team No triple beams, it seems like a movie Bought two cribs, drop-top, and jacuzzi No more fluzzies only high class hoes A 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 24 karat 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're 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'm gonna stomp all over your test of time I'm going platinum I'm going platinum I'm going platinum We're going platinum Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum Devil Devil Devil Devil Straight out of the streets of Taylor Three foot high, ready to get fly Joe C I'm the J-O-E to the C ho Call me Joe C, got more game than Coleco I'm a freak ho, call me sick Three foot nine with a ten foot dick The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick And rake through kind like a bum through wine It's my time so I'm gonna shine like glass Old as piss, but small as ass Watch me cash, smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash High-ass voice just like Aaron Neville And I'm down with The Devil 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 Come on!
Writer(s): Lawrence Smith, Jalil Hutchins, Matt Shaffer, Robert J. Ritchie, Todd Anthony Shaw, Kenny Olson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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