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Kid Rock - Trucker Anthem
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
Vocals
Matthew Trevor O'brien
Matthew Trevor O'brien
Bass Guitar
Kenny Olson
Kenny Olson
Lead Guitar
Stefanie Eulinberg
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Jimmie Bones
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Jason Edward Krause
Jason Edward Krause
Rhythm Guitar
Misty Love
Misty Love
Vocals
Shirley "P-Funk" Hayden
Shirley "P-Funk" Hayden
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Reeves
David Reeves
Songwriter
Herbert Stothart
Herbert Stothart
Songwriter
Joseph Simmons
Joseph Simmons
Songwriter
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
Matthew Trevor O'brien
Matthew Trevor O'brien
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
Russell Simmons
Russell Simmons
Songwriter
D.M.C.
D.M.C.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Producer
Al Sutton
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Who's in the house? (Trucker) Who's in the house? (Trucker) Who's in the house? (Trucker) Who's in the house? (Trucker) Who's in the house? Singin', hey now people here we come Here we come, motherfuckers here we, kinny come, come You know what we do and where we're from Detroit baby You got 15 seconds to get to ya seat now We're gonna start this show and blow your minds now, yeah Who's your Uncle? Uncle Kracker I'm double wide on the side in the back of the bus I'm your Uncle Kracker sittin' platinum plus Double platinum, what? Tripple platinum, fuck! You'd be a calm motherfucker if you add that up Can you back that up? Yeah, but what for? I got a big brick house with two gold doors Was born in that you need to shut my mouth I'm the same motherfucker you been hearin' about Kracker went pop? Naw, I did the pop bash Floatin' through the air waves pickin' up cash I dropped bottom D people thought I went soft, shit I'm still very difficult to fuck with Straight outta the sticks of Romeo, Michigan The early mornin' stoned motherfuckin' pimp Of the goddamn nation Yee-haw motherfuckers, let's rock! With the Kid, that's all, ya dig, ya don't stop Got riffs to rock, brought booze to slam Now who's the man? Kid Rock, goddamn Back on the scene like a fiend for beats Ain't slept in weeks got too many freaks Seen too many geeks, try to rock the rap So I'm back with heat to unseat the wack I'ma unpack and set up shop I'ma step back and watch you rock I'ma rock track, so stop the pop Then I'ma master blastin' through the aftershock I got, dug ditches to bury you bitches Who roll the flow and wanna stop the show So I'ma roll and flow another encore seven From north of Detroit way south of heaven Heaven, yeah Turn it up Ugh, come on Kid Rock, motherfucker with the TBT Rollin' through your city like the General Lee You wanna fuck with me? Don't test the odds 'Cause your arms are too short to box with God But if ya send me your address I'll swing by Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fuckin' crew high Say bye-bye-bye to the wack And let it be known Kid Rock is back Yeah, rollin' with the TBT We're gonna rock the house for my man Joe C Yeah, we wanna start this show Come on, come on, yeah
Writer(s): Herbert Stothart, Matthew Shafer, R.j. Ritchie, Matthew O'brien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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