Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Kid Rock feat. Joe C. & Tino Lyrics

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This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it

More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here

So let it rain, and let the guitar rock

And if ya here me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on
Hey hey hey

Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well

And I be catchin' them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin' stoned pimp

Straight limpi,
Boone's Farm drinkin
At the party big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villain, balloon fillin

Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,

But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you might

Take a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town

Top Dog get down
Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around
The world goin' Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks

Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"

Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
"What's up?"

So get a good look bro
Get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit
But my name ain't Stanzler

Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D

And the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be, what they call an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's biatch

The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
'Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G

H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin
Early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around
From the bottom to the top

Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you want to get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit

I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp
Hey hey hey
Come on yo

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

I'm Joe see bitch
Let me get them digits
I might be a little small hoe
But I ain't no god damn midget

So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine
I'm verticly challenged, your verticly blind
I'm 3 foot 9, it's 10 foot long
I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong

I can flow on like all night long
'Til the break of dawn
'Til the early morn
I'm a thorn in your side

Can you feel me stickin
80 pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin
So groove baby groove baby call your momma
I'm like Charlie Hooker girl

I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama

Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine

Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
Well, Well, Well, baby
With the boogie drama

Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody

With the boogie drama

With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama

Overall Meaning

The song "Early Morning Stoned Pimp" by Kid Rock and Uncle Kracker talks about their party lifestyle and their carefree attitude. The opening lines, "This is the true story about mackin/ Times are changin'/ Talk about it" kind of set the tone for the rest of the song. They're acknowledging the shift in culture and music at the time, but they're also letting it be known that they're not going to change their ways. The title itself refers to Kid Rock's nickname, "The Early Morning Stoned Pimp."

The lyrics contain a lot of drug references, such as "Boone's Farm drinkin'," "too much cocaine," and "Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV." These references may be shocking to some, but they are part of the party lifestyle that Kid Rock and Uncle Kracker were living at the time.

The song also has a lot of references to sex, with lines like "big booty pinchin'" and "With the million dollar talent/ And the ten cent brain." These lyrics add to the carefree and wild nature of the song.

Overall, "Early Morning Stoned Pimp" is a celebration of the party lifestyle that Kid Rock and Uncle Kracker were living. While some of the lyrics may be shocking to some listeners, the song is an interesting snapshot of the culture and attitudes of the time.

Line by Line Meaning

This is the true story about mackin
This song tells the real story about hustling and flirting

Times are changin'
The world is evolving

Talk about it
Let's discuss it

More so each year,
Especially as time goes on

But the Early Mornin'
Even in the early morning

Stoned Pimp is here
The high pimp is present

So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
Let it rain while the guitar plays

And if ya here me yawn
And if you hear me yawning

Just drop that top
Just lower the convertible roof

Come on
Let's go

Hey hey hey
Hello, hello, hello

Well well well well
Very, very, very, very

Hey hey hey
Hello, hello, hello

Well well well well
Very, very, very, very

And I be catchin' them northern pike
And I catch those northern pike fish

Like on a ten pound test
Using a ten pound test fishing line

Success, never fess, take a guess
I'm successful and never confess, try to guess

I be the early mornin' stoned pimp
I am the pimp who gets high in the early morning

Straight limpi,
I limp in a straight line

Boone's Farm drinkin
Drinking Boone's Farm wine

At the party big booty pinchin'
At the party, I grab big booties

Chillin, like a villain, balloon fillin
Relaxing like a criminal, filling balloons

Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
I kill bad rappers and satisfy beautiful women

With the million dollar talent
Because I have a great skill

And the ten cent brain,
Yet my intelligence is lacking

Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
I've been away for too long, doing too much cocaine

But now that I'm back, on the block
But now that I've returned to the neighborhood

I'm ready to rock
I'm prepared to party

Left to right, all night
Dancing all night from left to right

My game's tight, I wish you might
I have great skills, I hope you can appreciate

Take a bite
Try it out

Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Out of this poisonous, musical, insane product

Fresh from the harvest
Recently produced

Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Which record label will be the biggest, toughest, and smartest in the town

Top Dog get down
The best one takes action

Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around
The radio won't play my songs, but the kids still love me

The world goin' Kid Rock crazy
The whole world is going crazy for Kid Rock

Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks
Evil women fly on broomsticks

Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch
Kid Rock arrives with his energetic music, biatch

I from the sticks biatch
I come from a rural area, biatch

Straight from the RO
Directly from Romeo, Michigan

"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"
I'm not a coward, Kid Rock

Ah, yes you are ho
Oh yes, you are, ho

So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
Stop pretending like you don't know

When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
When I enter the party with my friend Tino

"What's up?"
"How's it going?"

So get a good look bro
Take a good look, bro

Get a good gander
Take a good glance

I'm made in Detroit
I was born and raised in Detroit

But my name ain't Stanzler
But my name isn't Stanzler

Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
I'm spreading like a cancer, like a virus

While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
While you're looking foolish like Billy Ray Cyrus

I'm the highest MC of all time
I'm the most intoxicated rapper of all time

Got my mind on the D
I'm thinking about Detroit

And the D on my mind
And I have Detroit on my mind

And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
The line is drawn when I can't see anymore

Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV
Hit me twice with cough syrup and morphine intravenously

I be, what they call an O-G bitch
I'm what they call an original gangster, bitch

I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
I'm the damn pimp who gets high in the early morning

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Raise your hands in the air and let's party, everyone

Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Raise your hands up high, it's hip hop time

Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Raise your hands in the air and let's party, everyone

Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all
Because the party in Detroit doesn't end, everyone

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Raise your hands up high and let's party, everyone

Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Wave your hands from side to side, it's hip hop time

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Raise your hands up high and let's party, everyone

Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
Because the Kid Rock party never ends, everyone

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Now I'm a successful pimp on top of the world

Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
Got the green money and spend it without restraint

A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis
I have a Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis

Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's biatch
Convertible roof down, driving with shiny chrome wheels, biatch

The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
Wearing fur and gold-trimmed glasses

I only bust the fat asses
I only have sex with women who have big asses

And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
I don't care who can rap better than me

'Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G
Because I'm a real player and I flirt like a true gangster

H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin
The alphabet from H to P is all about pimping

Early mornin' stoned pimpin
Pimping early in the morning while high

I been down, been around
I've experienced ups and downs, been everywhere

From the bottom to the top
From the lowest point to the highest point

Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock
Partying with beautiful women in the cities where I perform

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Oh baby, let me show you love

Or if you want to get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
Or if you want to be wild, I'll just have sex with you

With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Expressing pleasure or excitement, biatch, shit

I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp
I'm the pimp who gets high in the early morning

Hey hey hey
Hello, hello, hello

Come on yo
Let's go, yo