Devil Without A Cause Lyrics
| Song | Devil Without A Cause |
| Artist | Kid Rock |
| Album | Devil Without A Cause |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You knew that I was comin cause you heard my name | |
| But you dont know my game and never felt my pain | |
| Cant read my brain but you read my lips | |
| And got scared when you heard that I was comin with hits | |
| Now dont even trip, be a man instead | |
| Give thanks Im alive when I should be dead | |
| Im in the red cause my minds distortin | |
| People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion | |
| Im gonna move mountains and touch the sun | |
| Dont get scared now, you knew this day would come | |
| So hold your bids, all bets are closed | |
| And fuck all you hoes | |
| Cause its been a long time comin | |
| But I finally broke...like an egg yolk I aint no joke | |
| Like some uncut dope motherfucker kid rocks to blame | |
| Same game, same name, aint a damn thing changed | |
| Watch me throw like a fist of rage | |
| Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges | |
| Up that ass for the 9-8 | |
| Never fake, shake, straight from the great lakes | |
| Seven years on wax comin correct | |
| Flat out...you diss me punk | |
| Thats when I pull a strap out | |
| And I get to buck buck bucking...a fuck fuck fucking your hoes | |
| Cause they know whos runnin this shit, top dog...Im the c-e-o | |
| Role model, your motherfucking h-e-r-o | |
| My motto, be cool...keep pimpin | |
| Dont sleep, we roll deep in a lincoln | |
| Four vogues on a hundred spokes | |
| We bust biltmore beavers and top dog coats | |
| We flow like butterflies, sting like queen bees | |
| Strapped with a-ks straight from the chinese | |
| What the fucks goin on in the d | |
| Bunch of white boys pimpin like the k-i-d | |
| And its all good...i got love for my honkeys | |
| We roll thick...kick ass like donkeys | |
| Anybody fucks with you and Im gonna mack em | |
| Devil without a cause...Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Were goin platinum | |
| Devil without a cause...Im going platinum | |
| Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody | |
| Yeah we come to party | |
| I went from st. claire shores and drink specials at winners | |
| To new york city and $700 dinners | |
| From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex | |
| To gettin much respect from top record execs | |
| The cool kids claimin up to call you out | |
| So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth | |
| Bet that ass hoss I aint forgot | |
| When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot | |
| Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny | |
| Now my fuckin bunnies gettin fuckin matchbox 20 money | |
| Motherfuckers want to claim theyre down | |
| But when I was broke and down I never seen them around | |
| All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed | |
| I did it without you...got a brand new team | |
| No triple beams...it seems like a movie | |
| Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi | |
| No more floozies, only high class hoes | |
| Couple when it rains and a few when it snows | |
| A brand new nose to go along with my habit | |
| And a garden hose made out of 24 karat | |
| Bought a couple parots that like to squak | |
| And they sound like you and all the shit you talk | |
| Step inside my shoes, you couldnt fill em doc | |
| Youre too old to kid...too soft to rock | |
| Already did what most love to shout | |
| 7 years on wax and I still aint sold out | |
| And there aint no doubt...in my mind | |
| That Im gonna stomp all over you test of time | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Were goin platinum | |
| Devil without a cause...Im goin platinum | |
| Straight out of the streets of taylor | |
| 3 foot high...ready to get fly...joe c | |
| Im the j-o-e to the c hoe | |
| Call me joe c...got more game than coleco | |
| Im a freak hoe call me sick | |
| Three foot nine with a ten foot dick | |
| The ladies pick, Im a crazy hick | |
| And run through town like Im goin through wine | |
| Its my time so Im gonna shine like lead | |
| Old as piss, but small as ass | |
| Watch me cash...smoke some hash | |
| Youre raking grass while Im raking cash | |
| Highest voice like aaron nevelle | |
| And Im down with the devil | |
| Say we like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| You like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| You like to party, rock the party | |
| Devil without a cause...Im goin platinum | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Hutchins, Olson, Ritchie ... |
| You knew that I was comin cause you heard my name | |
| But you dont know my game and never felt my pain | |
| Cant read my brain but you read my lips | |
| And got scared when you heard that I was comin with hits | |
| Now dont even trip, be a man instead | |
| Give thanks Im alive when I should be dead | |
| Im in the red cause my minds distortin | |
| People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion | |
| Im gonna move mountains and touch the sun | |
| Dont get scared now, you knew this day would come | |
| So hold your bids, all bets are closed | |
| And fuck all you hoes | |
| Cause its been a long time comin | |
| But I finally broke... like an egg yolk I aint no joke | |
| Like some uncut dope motherfucker kid rocks to blame | |
| Same game, same name, aint a damn thing changed | |
| Watch me throw like a fist of rage | |
| Selfmade and paid and sawed off 12 gauges | |
| Up that ass for the 98 | |
| Never fake, shake, straight from the great lakes | |
| Seven years on wax comin correct | |
| Flat out... you diss me punk | |
| Thats when I pull a strap out | |
| And I get to buck buck bucking... a fuck fuck fucking your hoes | |
| Cause they know whos runnin this shit, top dog... Im the ceo | |
| Role model, your motherfucking hero | |
| My motto, be cool... keep pimpin | |
| Dont sleep, we roll deep in a lincoln | |
| Four vogues on a hundred spokes | |
| We bust biltmore beavers and top dog coats | |
| We flow like butterflies, sting like queen bees | |
| Strapped with aks straight from the chinese | |
| What the fucks goin on in the d | |
| Bunch of white boys pimpin like the kid | |
| And its all good... i got love for my honkeys | |
| We roll thick... kick ass like donkeys | |
| Anybody fucks with you and Im gonna mack em | |
| Devil without a cause... Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Were goin platinum | |
| Devil without a cause... Im going platinum | |
| Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody | |
| Yeah we come to party | |
| I went from st. claire shores and drink specials at winners | |
| To new york city and 700 dinners | |
| From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex | |
| To gettin much respect from top record execs | |
| The cool kids claimin up to call you out | |
| So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth | |
| Bet that ass hoss I aint forgot | |
| When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot | |
| Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny | |
| Now my fuckin bunnies gettin fuckin matchbox 20 money | |
| Motherfuckers want to claim theyre down | |
| But when I was broke and down I never seen them around | |
| All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed | |
| I did it without you... got a brand new team | |
| No triple beams... it seems like a movie | |
| Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi | |
| No more floozies, only high class hoes | |
| Couple when it rains and a few when it snows | |
| A brand new nose to go along with my habit | |
| And a garden hose made out of 24 karat | |
| Bought a couple parots that like to squak | |
| And they sound like you and all the shit you talk | |
| Step inside my shoes, you couldnt fill em doc | |
| Youre too old to kid... too soft to rock | |
| Already did what most love to shout | |
| 7 years on wax and I still aint sold out | |
| And there aint no doubt... in my mind | |
| That Im gonna stomp all over you test of time | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Were goin platinum | |
| Devil without a cause... Im goin platinum | |
| Straight out of the streets of taylor | |
| 3 foot high... ready to get fly... joe c | |
| Im the joe to the c hoe | |
| Call me joe c... got more game than coleco | |
| Im a freak hoe call me sick | |
| Three foot nine with a ten foot dick | |
| The ladies pick, Im a crazy hick | |
| And run through town like Im goin through wine | |
| Its my time so Im gonna shine like lead | |
| Old as piss, but small as ass | |
| Watch me cash... smoke some hash | |
| Youre raking grass while Im raking cash | |
| Highest voice like aaron nevelle | |
| And Im down with the devil | |
| Say we like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| You like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| You like to party, rock the party | |
| Devil without a cause... Im goin platinum | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Hutchins, Olson, Ritchie ... |
| You knew that I was comin cause you heard my name | |
| But you dont know my game and never felt my pain | |
| Cant read my brain but you read my lips | |
| And got scared when you heard that I was comin with hits | |
| Now dont even trip, be a man instead | |
| Give thanks Im alive when I should be dead | |
| Im in the red cause my minds distortin | |
| People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion | |
| Im gonna move mountains and touch the sun | |
| Dont get scared now, you knew this day would come | |
| So hold your bids, all bets are closed | |
| And fuck all you hoes | |
| Cause its been a long time comin | |
| But I finally broke... like an egg yolk I aint no joke | |
| Like some uncut dope motherfucker kid rocks to blame | |
| Same game, same name, aint a damn thing changed | |
| Watch me throw like a fist of rage | |
| Selfmade and paid and sawed off 12 gauges | |
| Up that ass for the 98 | |
| Never fake, shake, straight from the great lakes | |
| Seven years on wax comin correct | |
| Flat out... you diss me punk | |
| Thats when I pull a strap out | |
| And I get to buck buck bucking... a fuck fuck fucking your hoes | |
| Cause they know whos runnin this shit, top dog... Im the ceo | |
| Role model, your motherfucking hero | |
| My motto, be cool... keep pimpin | |
| Dont sleep, we roll deep in a lincoln | |
| Four vogues on a hundred spokes | |
| We bust biltmore beavers and top dog coats | |
| We flow like butterflies, sting like queen bees | |
| Strapped with aks straight from the chinese | |
| What the fucks goin on in the d | |
| Bunch of white boys pimpin like the kid | |
| And its all good... i got love for my honkeys | |
| We roll thick... kick ass like donkeys | |
| Anybody fucks with you and Im gonna mack em | |
| Devil without a cause... Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Were goin platinum | |
| Devil without a cause... Im going platinum | |
| Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody | |
| Yeah we come to party | |
| I went from st. claire shores and drink specials at winners | |
| To new york city and 700 dinners | |
| From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex | |
| To gettin much respect from top record execs | |
| The cool kids claimin up to call you out | |
| So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth | |
| Bet that ass hoss I aint forgot | |
| When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot | |
| Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny | |
| Now my fuckin bunnies gettin fuckin matchbox 20 money | |
| Motherfuckers want to claim theyre down | |
| But when I was broke and down I never seen them around | |
| All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed | |
| I did it without you... got a brand new team | |
| No triple beams... it seems like a movie | |
| Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi | |
| No more floozies, only high class hoes | |
| Couple when it rains and a few when it snows | |
| A brand new nose to go along with my habit | |
| And a garden hose made out of 24 karat | |
| Bought a couple parots that like to squak | |
| And they sound like you and all the shit you talk | |
| Step inside my shoes, you couldnt fill em doc | |
| Youre too old to kid... too soft to rock | |
| Already did what most love to shout | |
| 7 years on wax and I still aint sold out | |
| And there aint no doubt... in my mind | |
| That Im gonna stomp all over you test of time | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Im goin platinum | |
| Were goin platinum | |
| Devil without a cause... Im goin platinum | |
| Straight out of the streets of taylor | |
| 3 foot high... ready to get fly... joe c | |
| Im the joe to the c hoe | |
| Call me joe c... got more game than coleco | |
| Im a freak hoe call me sick | |
| Three foot nine with a ten foot dick | |
| The ladies pick, Im a crazy hick | |
| And run through town like Im goin through wine | |
| Its my time so Im gonna shine like lead | |
| Old as piss, but small as ass | |
| Watch me cash... smoke some hash | |
| Youre raking grass while Im raking cash | |
| Highest voice like aaron nevelle | |
| And Im down with the devil | |
| Say we like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| You like to party, rock the party | |
| We like to party, rock the party | |
| You like to party, rock the party | |
| Devil without a cause... Im goin platinum | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Hutchins, Olson, Ritchie ... |
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