Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Kenny Olson
Lead Guitar
Jason Edward Krause
Rhythm Guitar
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Matt O'Brien
Bass Guitar
Run-DMC
Sampled Artist
Shirley Hayden
Background Vocals
Uncle Kracker
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Reeves
Songwriter
Herbert Stothart
Songwriter
Joseph Simmons
Songwriter
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
Matthew Trevor O'brien
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
Russell Simmons
Songwriter
D.M.C.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Producer
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
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
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