Welcome 2 the Party (Ode 2 the Old School)

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



Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Dozier, Matthew Shafer, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland, R.j. Ritchie
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