I Got 1 For Ya - Kid Rock

Lit up like the 4th 
I'ma happy drunk 
Come to papa big mama 
Cause your daddys drunk 
I wanna pump, pump it up like the Good Year blimp 
Make ya holla for a dolla 
Thats the way I pimp 
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the Bayou 
Thems are the things that I ain't gonna buy you 
Its like one of them freak thangs 
Hit it once - maybe every couple weeks thangs 
I got no love 
I got no riches 
I don't roll vouges 
And I ain't got switches 
I got no game, I can't reward ya 
But if you wanna long one baby... 

Chorus x2 
I got 1 for ya 
This is your shot 
(Uh-huh check it) 

People always talkin' what they gonna do 
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe 
I can't understand all the push and shove 
And what the fuck to the peace and love 
Who planted that glove man - I don't care 
I'm too busy running my fingers thru your mama's hair 
I got no time for the fakes and the phonies 
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies 
Am I the only one on my side 
Test my pride I betcha run and hide 
You think I'm weak so you looking for the kill 
But theres sixteen shots in my ninemilly... 

Chorus x2 

Jimmy Jimmy Ji-Jimmy Jimmy 
Yeah... Yeah, lay it down brotha 
(Lay it down wit it baby) 

Record companies stressing cause they all want hits 
And yeah I'm bout it bout it so I make 'em like this 
They say hey there boy all we need is one song 
Shorten up that hook we don't need it that long 
Don't wanna hear me cuss don't wanna hear me brag 
So I'm grabbing on my thingy while I let my pants sag 
Never been what I've written 
Just writing what I'm doing 
They say they like my records but they're still boo-hooing 
My choice always tight 
My rhymes will floor ya 
Hey fly you wanna hear money? Ha ha ha... 

Chorus to fade