Lyrics:
Ben
Den
Pen
When
Men
Glen (giggity giggy goo)
Bullpen
Again
Yuen
Aiden
Ren Ren
Chen
En
Fen
Gen
Jen
Zen
Fat hen
Eugen
Chang chen
Wuzhen
Advene
Cheyenne
Derouen
Cryogen
Aufstehen
Almaden
Jianzhen
Julienne
Comedienne
Cracovienne
Environment
Immunogen
Rock Cornish Hen
Time and again
Tragedienne
NordVPN
Jobenhavn
Mother carey's hen
Kemono Jihen
ExpressVPN
OpenVPN
ProtonVPN
PureVPN
Time and time again
Every now and then
Paracyangen
Thiocyanogen
Johnny English strikes again
Youngboy never broke again
To the Cornish coast of England
There's a rock pool we can dive in
And that now I understand
You gave everything (you gave the love)
You made the difference you gave (you gave the love)
You gave everything (you gave the love)
While I was looking away (you gave and you gave)
(And you gave and you gave)
(And you gave and you gave)
Selfless without blame
Your triumph abandoned in the rain
And you gave and you gave
And you gave and you gave
And you gave and then still you gave
I'd swim from New York State
To the Cornish coast of England
I found a cave we can dive in
If only for the day
If only for the day
Today you looked around to my heart's call
This tiny life ain't been strangled after all
Time, time, time, time
Never ask what's become of us
Just dedicate your sorrow
Here and now
To the soul of the sea
And me
Rushin' to me
You turned around to my song's call
You dreamer in the sand
Just lie there laughing til the fall
Kindest lover
I can't stay alone tonight
Bring me all your love
Here and now
Come rushin' to me
Wake up late
Without a smile
Telephone rings
You run like a child
On the street
Into the day
The people I meet
Have nothing to say
No smile
No sorrow
No laughter
No tomorrow
They talk hen to hen
They talk about their men
And practice all the tricks for them
Too soon nightime's coming on
Deep in the darkness feeling alone
No rain
No seed
No dreams
No silence
Far away today
Mama ocean hold me to you
Rock me on your waves
And tell me...
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
On a summer day in the month of May
A burly bum came a hiking
Down a shady lane through the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking
As he strolled along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day
And he won't need any money
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
The barns are full of hay
I want to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blow
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
On a summer day in the month of May
A burly bum came a hiking
Down a shady lane through the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking
As he strolled along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day
And he won't need any money
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
The barns are full of hay
I want to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blow
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
I got so many chickens, can't tell my roosters from my hens
I got so many chickens, can't tell my roosters from my hens
I got to go back now, and look 'em all over again
I found my rooster this morning by looking at his comb
I found my rooster this morning by looking at his comb
You can look out now, pullets, it won't be long
My hens all cackling, I can't find no eggs
My hens all cackling, I can't find no eggs
You ain't got no excuse now, pullets, ain't nothing in your way
I'm gonna take this old hen, I'm go down to the doctor's shop
I'm gonna take this old hen, I'm go down to the doctor's shop
I don't see what's the matter with 'em, they won't bip a bop
I done told you one time, papa, I don't want my chicken meat
I done told you one time, papa, I don't want my chicken meat
I don't want them banty's mixed up with my dominiques
Shoo, chickens, shoo, I don't want no banty's on my yard
Shoo, chickens, shoo, I don't want no banty's on my yard
I don't want them banty's mixed up with my Plymouth Rocks
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
And the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke
Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke
Here, share a strawberry morning
Gone, an more important spawning, torn in, poor men sworn in
Cornish hens switching positions
Auditioning morticians, saw it in a vision, ignoring prison
Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb
Found 'em drowned in cow's dung, crowns flung
Rings a Tinkerbell, sing for things that's frail as a fingernail
Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers
Seven figures invigor
Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male
Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea
Lend sympathy to limp-wrist Simple Simon rhymin' emcees
Trees is free, please leave a key
These meager fleas, he's the breeze
And she's the bee's knees for sheez, G's of G's
Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese
Drop degrees to stop diseases, gee-whiz, pa
DOOM rock grandma like the kumbaya
Mama was a ho hopper, papa was a rolling stone
Star like Obama, pull a card like oh, drama
Civil liberties
These little titties' abilities riddle me, middle C (ahh)
Mmm, give a MC a rectal hysterectomy
Lecture on removal of the bowels, foul technically
Don't expect to see the recipe
Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee
More wreck than Section Z, what you expect to get for free?
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The box-cars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall
And the winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
I'm drunk again, excuse the hiccup
The redneck originator, rollin' in my pick up
Truck jacked up with the four gold shocks
And where I come from mud flaps come stock
People Kid Rock it up and down the block
And the hens all flock to the coup with the cock
You want to rock with me baby, row it down to the swamp
Dock your boat, we'll do the hillbilly stomp
Do it, hi-ho
We'll do the hillbilly stomp, hi-ho, haha
I like stuckies, truckers and big mesh hats
I like large round women in laundromats
I like to wander jack like a backwards thug
And watch the moonshine through the bottom of a jug
Hugging and kissing with my vision all blurry
Sifting through this world of worry
Hurry up with love, please, God bless
I don't do drugs anymore or any less
I didn't start this mess on this planet
Stop looking at me like a bandit
I've been chilling down at the swamp
With the folks that want to do the hillbilly stomp
Do it, hi-ho
We'll do the hillbilly stomp, hi-ho
Now people want to know how to do this dance
Life your legs in the air like you wet your pants
Plant your hands on the top of your butt
And stomp around the woods like you're all fucked up
Circle up the trucks, fire up the brush
Untuck your shirt, we're gonna kick some dust
Don't two plus two it or three plus three it
Four by four and to a place that's scenic
Heat it up like some hot ham hocks cooking
And hop to the spot where the cops ain't looking
Bring your whole flock, go on down to the swamp
And we can rock all night doing the hillbilly stomp
Do it, hi-ho
We'll do the hillbilly stomp, hi-ho
Kid rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid rock I got the sex rhymes
All world class
Kid rock mutha fucker Yo I ain't no fag
I fuck bitches dry fuck em on the rag
Tag their toes check em off my list
Hoes get fucked they don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp gettin much respect
I'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on yer world purse
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove yer shirt show me them titties
I'll drive my dick right through your twin cities
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in yer mouth til I run outta gas
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
All World Calss
It ain't nothin like black pussy on my dick
Word to ya mamma and ya sister bitch
I play hoes like a muthafuckin football game
I pull my dick out and he'll say it's good ya'll came
Ya'll did yer thang work the nigga front to back
In the bill clinton presidential cadillac
We smoked the sack the bitches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain shit it's all done with game
I fucked so many hoes I can't remember they name
But it ain't about that bitch I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where ya mouth at
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock you got yer sex rhymes
Snoop I got the presidential sex rhymes
My nigga my nigga my nigga
I'm on a private jet outta JFK
Sipin the Becks Feelin A OK
Look across the isle and who did I see
Bill mutha fuckin clinton sittin next to me
We kicked the talk tied a couple a laughs
This stewradess walked up & asked us for our autographs
I thought it was mac and I gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So I stuck five and that made ten
Shit two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me it was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at thirty thousand feet
Yeah thirty thousand muthafuckin feet flyin high
Ya know we thougth we do it the most in the coast
(Lemme see if you got some gansta shit homie,
'Cause if you do I'ma kick sumpin for ya.)
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning
I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled
eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
And the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
The barns are full of hay
I want to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blow
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain.
So come with me and you're gonna see the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Well, in this barnyard
I'm king cock of the roost
Stay out all night, just drinkin' that moonshine juice
And I don't show the crow till crack of noon
And all the hens go
Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock
I said, coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock
Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha
And if another red rooster
Comes a creepin' around my hen
He won't believe the way that I fly into him
And he'll be too chicken to ever cock fight again
And all the hens go
Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock
I said, coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock
Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha
And all the hens go
Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock
Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock
Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha
And all the hens go
Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock
I said, coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock
Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha, aha
Yo, it's the return of the, Gifted Gifter
The secret Santa grab bag sifter
The Grinch, sled hangin' off the ledge deadlifter
The best thrifter, the tear jerker
The Santa's little help employee-of-the-year worker
The smile bringer, the joy inside the child lingers
The boy inside the crowd proud, he's a loud singer
The whole choir, the bow tier
The snowplow and the snow tires, the coat buyer
The, "Oh, you shouldn't have her," the Birkin bagger
The Gifted Rapper, they told me it's the thought that counts
But really it's the count that matters
Accountin' hacker, bank amount countin' backwards a thousand smackers
It's the return of Kris Kringle, the piss singles, that shit tingles
Sendin' checks twice 'cause the name's on the list wrinkle
My chips Pringle, my chips bingo
My green mingle, your green mean slow
It's the young born again, good hood ornament
With a little chicken like a Cornish hen, Amazon orderin'
Cohiba importer of Evergreen water in
Wrappin' all night, will he ever bring the chorus in?
(huh)
She got a mean walk (walk) I got a big stick (yeah)
I see ya muggin' homie, I got a full clip (yeah)
See I master that, and then I mastered this
Then I bring it all back, I gotta master wrist
I was on dro (dro) and she was on Hen (Hen)
She was on her, and I was zonin' (let's get it)
[Chorus]
Verse three, I'm back to the basics (yup)
Fresh out the jeweler, came back with the bracelet (ay)
Blowing haze yea dogg I can taste it
Parked the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips in the glocks
Multi-platinum, still watchin' for the cops (ha ha)
Ya girl keep sweating me, she staring at my rocks (rocks)
Me I'm gee'd up, grabbing on my...huh?
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning
I'm headin' for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled
eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
And Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride (Biggie Biggie)
Rock the party, rock the party, party (it's Bone and Biggie Biggie)
(It's Bone and Biggie Biggie)
Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride (Biggie Biggie)
Rock the party, rock the party, party (it's Bone and Biggie Biggie)
(It's Bone and Biggie Biggie) (this is a lake of fire, but I can't even hold on)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Notorious thugs
Nothing but them thugsters
Nothing but them thugster thugsters
Notorious thugs
Nothing but them thugsters
Nothing but them thugster thugsters
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (notorious thugs)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (nothing but them thugsters)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (nothing but them thugster thugsters)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (notorious thugs)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (nothing but them thugsters)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (notorious thugs)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (nothing but them thugsters)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (nothing but them thugster thugsters)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (notorious thugs)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (nothing but them thugsters)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed, no, label us notorious
Thug-ass, that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all be scramblin', gamblin'
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
We just sittin' here tryin' to win, tryin' not to sin
High off- and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins
You should too if you knew what this game'll do to you
Been in this sh- since '92
Look at all the- I been through
So-called beef with you-know-who
A few female stars or two
Then a blue light, move like Mike-
Not to be- with
Motherf- better duck quick
'Cause me and my dawgs love to buck
The luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' sh-
Grab yo', call yo' clique
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that (c'mon), I gots to light one
All them- I got to fight one
All them- I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you gon' do?
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
On a summer day in the month of May
A burly bum came a hiking
Down a shady lane through the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking
As he strolled along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day
And he won't need any money
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
The barns are full of hay
I want to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blow
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
Bloody red, red, rum
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Zungguzungguguzungguzeng
Yuh leggo violence, yuh smoke ishence
Yuh deal with violence, yuh go dung silence
But tell yuh Yellowman come fe tell dem again
Yuh live a Kingston or yuh live a Maypenn
Seh if yuh have a rooster, yuh must have a hen
And if yuh have a start, yuh must have a end
But watch Yellowman come fe rock dem again, Lord!
I got stones not cash, bitch
I'm from the swamp I smoke dro not grass
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my pants
Give you this respect
I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my breath
[Bridge: Lil' Jon]
Get yo hands up bitch
Throw you goddamn click up - [repeat 2X]
We gon drink a fifth of hen
And we gon rock it to this bitch - [repeat 2X]
We represent that Dirty
We ain't expectin' no shit - [repeat 2X]
We wild out in the club
Same click we don't give a fuck - [repeat 2X]
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