Lay It On Me Lyrics & Chords By Kid Rock

Lay it on me

Cowboy baby, you know my credits
Don't ask if it's true, fuck it I said it
Regret it - Never
Pimpin' - Forever
Pull more hoe's than a free cash lever
So you better never, question the clever clever
I'll sever whatever go getter and turn em' redder than ever
You bet I'll wet her and leaving her making' to miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit City
71 supercharged big block hemi
Your El DeBarge I'm livin' more like Lemmy
B-B-B-Benny and The Jets is Hot
But you ain't never met a muthafucker like Kid Rock
And Twisted Brown Trucker's like a loaded gun
We're the band that other bands run from
Doing the backstage boogie is were you'll find me
If you want some of that, flash a pass, come back and

Lay it on me
(Baby you've got to) Lay it on me
Just lay it on me
(You gots to) Lay it on me

Now, people always saying I ain't living right
But it ain't my fault you misplaced your life
Replaced your wife with some two bit missy
Now she's getting fucked up in Detroit City
Tripping' with the hippies, bikers, thugs
Hit me with a Mickey, fast women and drugs
I love for 2 minutes, the third minute I'm gone
Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn
I'm making pancakes baby if you crack the eggs
You'll feel the Irish tornado if you spread your legs
No need to beg and don't trail behind me
Just step up front, little lady, and

Lay it on me
(Baby you've got to) lay it on me
Just lay it on me
(You've gots to) lay it on me
Hey, hey, hey

(Here we go... let's jam)
(And we gonna get loose now)
Uh-huh

We're coming, we're coming, we're coming...
Live from Detroit, it's Saturday night
Got the funky fresh rhymes, no need to bite
And to ya'll yee haws who thought I'd never rank
I'm going (ha-ha-ha-ha) all the way to the bank bitch
I got rich off of keeping it real
While you Radioheads are reinventing the wheel
Got critics all tripping off of I don't know what
While I'm sippin' King Louie not giving a fuck
Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews
But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes
Who can moan the blues, who can rock the rap
Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that
Black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers
From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Somers
Understand I want peace like Gandhi
But until that day, I'm a walk this way so

Lay it on me - I'm talking all night long
Lay it on me - Like a bang a gong
Lay it on me - With AC/DC on
From Hells Bells to the next 9 songs
Lay it on me - I can love you like that
Lay it on me - I'd rather fuck to Foghat
Lay it on me - I can make you shake
Slow ride it baby through the piano break
Come on

So step up front a little lady
(Lay it on me)
Come on, lay it on
(Lay it on me)
Got to lay it on
(Lay it on me)
Yeah, yeah...

You gotta 1, 2, 3... give it up!