3 sheets to the wind what s my name

Kid Rock

What s my name?
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
What s my name?
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
What s my name?
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock

Ahhhhhhh
I m here and it s clear, I m gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cause it ain t Kojak or Dr. Suess
It s the kid mother fucker and I m gonna get loose
Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing, strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I thrash I bash
I get ill, I chill, but you don t know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I m slick
I m nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I ve tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I m trippin on
And O.E. bitch is what I m sippin on
A big fat booty s what I m grippin on
But for now I m gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther fuckin A.M.
As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...Now c mon yall and tell me what s my name

Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come On, Come On
What s My Name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Sing that shit
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Uhh I said what s my name?
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Now break it down like this

3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I m in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim
Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I m true I m blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo I m a bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain t no bitch yo
And I ain t no radio wanna get rich ho
So count my props you can t get with me
And fuck all u cops u ain t shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
So stay off my dick because I ain t the one
For anyone tryin to bust me up
U better chill with that tryin to fuck me up
And if you re talkin shit I m gonna shut ya up
And all ya wack D.J. s I m gonna cut ya up
Cuz I don t give a fuck about no one
And when I wax I tax and that s just how it goes son
Yo ain t no sucker
Cuz I m the kid..rock muther fucker
Straight from Mo-town and I won t slow down
I cease the cheese M.C. s I moe down
And I show no shame cuz I m down for mine
Now tell me what s my name

Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come on bitch
What s my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come on, come on
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Uhh I said what s my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock