Chords for Kid Rock - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp (feat. Joe C. And Tino)

_ _ _ _ _ [E] This is the true story.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ [C#] _ _
[F#m] Times [A] are changing, [F#] more so [C#] each year.
[F#] But the [A] early morning, [B] [F#] school camp [C#] is here.
[F#m] So let it rain, let the guitar [C#] rock.
And [F#] if you hear me yell, _ [F#] just drop [C#] that top. [F#] Come on.
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ [C#] Well, well, [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] well.
And I beat them more [A] than a plop like one to ten [B] pounds.
[F#] Smoke sex, [C#] never fast, take a guess.
I [F#] beat the early morning, school [A] camp.
Straight [B] limping, moves [F#] from [C#] drinking.
The party big [F#] booty pinching.
[A] Chilling, yoga feeling, [C#] balloon filling.
Black MC killing, the fine [F#m] ho chilling.
With the million [A] dollar gallon and the ten [B] cent brain.
[F#] Been gone too long, too much [F#m] cocaine.
But now that I'm back [A] on the block, [B] I'm ready to rock [F#m] left to right all night.
My game's tight, I wish I could take a bite [A] out of this here.
[B] Toxic, [F#] melodic, [C#] neurotic, frothic.
Fresh from the harvest, [A] who'll be the largest, [B] hardest, smartest?
[D] Label in town, top dog, get down.
[A] Radio won't play [B] me, but still [F#] I got the kids around the world going kid rock crazy.
And wicked bitches be flying [B] on [F#] broomsticks.
Kid rock be coming with the boom, [C#] boom, boom.
I'm from the six, get straight [B] from the [F#] R-O. _
[C#] Yes, you R-O, so quit farting like y'all don't [B] know.
And [F#] I step straight into the party with my [C#] homeboy, T-No.
Get a good look, bro, get [B] a good [F#] gander.
I'm made in Detroit, but my name [F#m] ain't Stanzler.
[A] Spreading like a cancer, a [C#] virus.
Why you look at Lilly Gang like fucking [D#] Billy Racey?
Right, huh?
I'm the highest MC [B] of all [D#] time.
_ [C#] _
And the line gets drawn when my [B] eyes can't see.
[F#] Hit me [C#] twice with a dozen endorphine IV.
I [A] be what they call an [B] OG, [C] bitch.
I'm the motherfucking early morning stone.
[B] Uh _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m]-huh.
Four point time for you.
_ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[F#m] Now I'm the self-made Mac on the [B] mountain of Mars.
[C#] Got the money green cutty with the [F#m] high bro laws.
A [A] Lincoln Cotton and a Lennon [B] Grand Marquis.
[A] Rag top, drop down, rolling [F#] on protein, bitch.
The purple furs and the [B] gold trim [F#m] glasses.
I only bust the fat asses and I don't be giving a [A] fuck.
Who the hell can rap better than me?
Cause I'm a [C#] true fucking player and I'm acting like the [F#m] real chief.
H-I-J-K [B]-L-M-N-O [D#]-P is for pimpin'.
Early morning stone [A] pimpin'.
I've been down and around from the bottom [B] to the top.
[F#m] Partying down with the slimmies in the city style.
The rocks so up.
Ooh baby, baby, baby, [F#] let me love ya.
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I just [B] fuck you with the oomph.
[F#] Oomph, oomph, oomph, oomph.
[C#] Shit, I'm the [F#m] early morning stone.
[G#] _ _ [B] _ [A] _ [E] _
H [B]-I-J-K [F#m]-L-M _ -N-O-P.
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock, y'all.
[E] Just throw your hands up high, let's hip hop, y'all.
[B] Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock, y'all.
Because the Detroit [F#m] party don't stop, y'all.
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock, y'all.
[E] Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop, y'all.
[B] Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock, y'all.
[C#] Because the Kid Rock party don't stop, y [F#]'all.
I'm Josie, bitch.
[E] Let me give them digits.
_ [A] I might be a little small.
[B] _ _
[F#m] Goddamn midgets, you stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine.
I vertically challenge your vertical butt.
[A] It's [B] damn [F#m] footlock, I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this car.
I can flow on like, oh, until the break of dawn, till the early morn.
I'm a thorn in your side, can you [B] feel me [F#] stinking?
[C#] 80 pills a day, bitch, I ain't bullshitting.
So [B] groove, baby, groove, baby, [F#] call you up [F#m] like John Lee Hooker, girl.
I got the boogie [B] drama.
[F#m] _ _ _
With the boogie [B] drama.
[F#m] _ _ _
With the boogie [B] drama.
[F#m] With _ the boogie [B] drama.
[F#m] _ _ [C#] _
_ Riding around the [B] neighborhood.
Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no [F#m] good.
With the boogie [B] drama, [C#] yeah. _
With your lover, Minnie's flirting, we [B] got some wine.
Playing the [C#] radio, you look so fine.
With the [F#m] boogie [B] drama, [F#m] yeah. _
Well, well, well, well.
[C#] _ _ _ _
Let's [A] get funky.
_ [B] _ [C#] _ _
Won't [F#m] you hand me five?
[B] There's no [C#] time to lose, no time to swallow.
I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stinking?
80 pills a day, bitch, I ain't bullshitting.
So groove, _ _
_ [F#m] baby, groove, baby, call you up like John Lee Hooker, girl.
[B] _ _ _ [C#] _
[F#m] I got the boogie drama.
_ [F#] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [D#] _ _ [G] _ _