Texty: Kid Rock. Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast. Trippin' Over a Rock.

People like the way my style is rollin'
The crowd rebounds as I flow slowin'
I'm not bull shittin', here's how I'm hittin'
Funkin' it up more than George Clinton

Swingin' and bringin' in a new format
A new breed indeed and I'm sure of that
I'll impress the best, I won't rest the best
'Cause I'm blessed and I just won't settle for less

Yes the kid who gets the crowd up
The one with the hair that stands straight up
People look and stare in shock

Trippin' over a rock
Trippin' over a rock

Chased and chased and chased but never close to caught
And the skills I filled were all self-taught
With so many styles on each pan fulls
And they hit ya like a fifth a Jack Daniels

As the girls admire the way I aspire
To move higher and build my own empire
Not a liar, I tell no lies
So hey girl you can trust these blue eyes

But don't get me wrong I get wicked
Shake that ass in my face and I'll stick it
Hit it, get wit it, knock it out the box

Trippin' over a rock
Trippin' over a rock

A genuine badman like Yosemite Sam man
I c-c-can rock the land
And bring a new swing and sensation
To represent the next generation

So slack up, you better back up
Come the score and you leave in a jigsaw
Fuck with me with no doubt
I'll put my foot in your ass and won't pull it out

I'll go deep in, I won't weaken
Guaranteed to keep the house leapin'
Girls flockin', guys try to cock block

'Cause everybody's
Trippin' over a rock