Kid Rock | Lyrics | Ya Keep on

Pass that dang coat boy I'm back
My name ain't Jack Tripper, but I'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swinging with the Bones wine
Getting mine, just like I'm supposed to

And if you f*** with the Rock, I'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcee's
Ain't no love for the wannabes
So, hey ho don't call me Joe
'Cause the Joe's I know, can't even flow

I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya don't want none, better step to the back
I'm from the motherfucking ole school
Basement party's and the Klem fool
Talking that trash, I wish you would
Come step to rock, it's all good

Ya' keep on, ya' keep on
Ya' keep on, ya' keep on

Now it's the Marlboro smoking, fine hoe poking
Kind bud, be the bud's I'm toking
Hitting you straight with the fresh s***
Wid western funk, and I'm the best b****

The K to the I to the chrome D's
I'm the Grand Marquees sipping O-E
Pimping Rock, it's my name, my game
Serving you hoe's like it ain't no thing

Like a kid when I rap, rock when I'm singing
I don't care who comes, but what the f*** you bringing
S***, one time, one rhyme
'Cause I'm that motherfucking I'll one, with a steel dick
Hitting you hoe's with the real s***

Ya' keep on, ya' keep on
Ya' keep on, ya' keep on

Now if you don't know hoe, I'm the man in the dark
I got more rips than Stanly Clark
Or George Clint, shoot, I'm the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some if ya need some, here's some
If ya don't just step to the rear son

I'm coming with the quickness
If you dis this b****, you'll wind up on my hit list
I'll put a bounty on your head
McLough County [unverified] b****, ain't a good place to wind up dead
'Cause I'm a real relevant, eleventh, type menace

But it ain't Rocky Dennis
Watch me bang this rhyme in half
I'm like Moses, with the mic as my staph
Laying down them 10 Commandments
Tho shall not dis the Rock g****** it

Ya' keep on, ya' keep on
Ya' keep on, ya' keep on
Ya' keep on, ya' keep on
Ya' keep on, ya' keep on