Sangtekst: Kid Rock. 3 sheets to the wind(What's my name).
What's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
What's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
What's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid muther fucker and I'm gonna get loose
Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticin strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but u don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on
And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on
But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther fuckin A.M.
As I co pump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No pain on gain...Now c'mon y'all and tell me what's my name
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Come on, Come on
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
What's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Sing that shit
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Uhh..I said what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Now break it down like this
3 sheets to the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim
Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you
Cause the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo
And I ain't no radio wanna get rich hoe
So count my props you can't get with me and fuck all You cops
You ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
So stay off my dick cause I ain't the one
For anyone tryin to bust me up
You better chill with that tryin to fuck me up
And if you're talkin shit I'm gonna shut ya up
And all ya wacked D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up
Cause I don't give a fuck about no one
And when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son
Yo I ain't no sucker
Cause I'm the kid.."rock muther fucker"
Straight from Mo-town and I won't slow down
I cease and the cheese M.C,'s I moe down
And I show no shame cause I'm down for mine
Now tell me what's my name
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Come on bitch, what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Come on Come on
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
I said what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
What's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
What's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid muther fucker and I'm gonna get loose
Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticin strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but u don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on
And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on
But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther fuckin A.M.
As I co pump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No pain on gain...Now c'mon y'all and tell me what's my name
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Come on, Come on
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
What's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Sing that shit
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Uhh..I said what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Now break it down like this
3 sheets to the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim
Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you
Cause the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo
And I ain't no radio wanna get rich hoe
So count my props you can't get with me and fuck all You cops
You ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
So stay off my dick cause I ain't the one
For anyone tryin to bust me up
You better chill with that tryin to fuck me up
And if you're talkin shit I'm gonna shut ya up
And all ya wacked D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up
Cause I don't give a fuck about no one
And when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son
Yo I ain't no sucker
Cause I'm the kid.."rock muther fucker"
Straight from Mo-town and I won't slow down
I cease and the cheese M.C,'s I moe down
And I show no shame cause I'm down for mine
Now tell me what's my name
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Come on bitch, what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Come on Come on
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
I said what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock...Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock