I Got 1 for Ya Kid Rock

[Verse 1: Kid Rock]
Lit up like the 4th, I'ma happy drunk
Come to papa big mama cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump, pump it up like the Good Year blimp
Make ya holla for a dolla, that's 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
It's 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: Robert Bradley]
I got one for ya
This is your shot
I got one for ya
This is your shot
(Uh-huh check it)

[Verse 2: Kid Rock]
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 bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you looking for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my ninemilly