Cramp Ya Style Lyrics by Kid Rock

Cramp Ya Style Lyrics

    Everything i do gonna be funny
    New player on the field so yield and get back
    To the wall
    Cuz i’m playin ya all
    Like a game
    K-i-d is the name
    Some complain
    And they got a little fame
    And its a shame
    For what its worth
    I’m down to earth
    Pourin it on like mrs. butterworth
    Rich and thick
    Kinda quick not slow
    The rhymes i fit into flow
    All in a row
    From the intro
    To the end so ho
    Put down the microphone and go
    Step a side as i make room to bloom
    Any of your goo gets placed in a tomb
    As soon as i grip the mic
    To get loose
    Dont dispute cuz ya got no juice
    Meanwhile i kick a rhyme from the pile

    (huh) as i cramp your style
    Cramp your style

    Get down on yer knees and pray as i break u
    Down with a sound
    Comin down with a pound
    Or a bang
    If you cant hang with the slang
    That i exploit
    Comin straight from detroit
    Rough with out a doubt or a question
    Kid rock here in the flesh
    And i’m adressin and defining certain issues
    To diss you
    So wipe the tears from your eyes
    You cant hide so dont be surprised
    When i dismiss you from your throne
    And send you home
    As a kid rock clone
    Cuz i can hold my own like ya hold a milkbone
    Simple as this with a grip that wont quit
    So when i hit the skit
    Thats it
    So dont come in face with the base
    And remember your just an imitation
    Dont get buckwhile
    In fact dont smile
    Cuz i'll pull your file
    As i cramp your style
    Cramp your style
    I'll clean the boundries of my domain
    Detroit
    Fresh, i'm from the midwest
    From motown

    I’m like steel or concrete cuz yo i’m the hardest
    One with a label known to be the largest
    Not bein modest dont even think of tryin to hang
    Cuz yo kid rock rolls like a stop o
    I roll thick
    I roll heavy
    D-nice justs keeps the pace steady
    So get ready to feel the pain
    I’m kid rock drivin girls insane
    So listen rappers and get to the program
    Breakin ya down is the kid rock slogan
    And any rapper who thinks about dissin
    You know what i’ll say?
    I got a great big dick
    So anyone who cant adjust
    Gets rushed
    And then bites the dust
    Be ready to walk a mile
    Cuz i'll smack that kool-aid smile
    As i cramp your style
    Cramp your style

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