WCSR lyrics

[Part 1]

[Hook: Kid Rock]
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
All world class

[Verse 1: Kid Rock]
Kid Rock, motherf*cker, no, I isn't no fag
f*ck b*tches dry, f*ck them on the rag
Tag their toes, check off my list
Hoes get f*cked, they don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp, getting much respect
I'll f*ck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on the world purse
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt, show me them titties
I'll drive my di*k right through your twin cities
Around your bends, over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas

[Hook 1: Snoop Dogg]
Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what
Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, what you say
Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what
All world class, well
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
It isn't nothing like black pus*y on my di*k
Word to your momma and your sister, b*tch
I play hoes like a motherf*cking football game
I pull my di*k out and then say it's good y'all came
Y'all did your thing, worked a n*gga from front to back
In the Bill Clinton presidential cadillac
We smoked a sack, the b*tches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain, sh*t, it's all done with game
I f*cked so many hoes, I can't remember their names
But it isn't about that, b*tch, I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my di*k where your mouth at

[Hook 1: Kid Rock & (Snoop Dogg)]
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
(Kid Rock, you got the sex rhymes)
Snoop, I got the presidential sex rhymes
(My n*gga, my n*gga, my n*gga, haha)

[Verse 3: Kid Rock]
I'm on a private jet out of J-F-K
Sipping a vex, feeling a-o-k
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherf*cking Clinton sitting next to me
We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up, asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mack and I gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So I stuck five, and that made ten
sh*t, two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet
We tag-teamed that freak at thirty-thousand feet, haha
[Interlude: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, thirty-thousand motherf*cking feet flying high, ooh
Kid Rock and [George motherf*ckin' Bush], ya know
And we thought we does it the most in the coast
sh*t, we got the sex rhymes, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangsta sh*t, homey
Cause if you do, I'm a kick something for you
A little something like this

[Part 2]

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Oh sh*t, some gangsta sh*t
All I need is a gangsta b*tch
Because gangsta sh*t is all I kick
I f*cks with a black, brown or a white chick
b*tch you can act like you aren't with the sh*t
I'm here to strip a b*tch, and cold pimp a b*tch
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love, f*ck love, it's two races
Smoking it up in too many places
Busting a nut in too many b*tches faces

[Verse 2: Kid Rock]
Well, I'm Kid Rock, got pus*y galore
You might get a lot of pus*y, I gets much more
Got scores of whores, and macks know what's up
'You's a player', nope, I'm a flat-out sl*t
Got what you came for, yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed
Got a seed to plant in a field of crack
I wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tap your keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more (Cristal)
[Hook: Snoop Dogg & (Kid Rock)]
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullsh*t pass us
We got whatever you need
(I got ecstasy), I got pounds of weed
Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullsh*t pass us
We got whatever you need
(I got ecstasy), I got pounds of weed