Singen Devil Without a Cause Karaoke - Kid Rock & Joe C. - MP3 Karaoke

Die Aufnahme ist eine Coverversion des Songs Devil Without a Cause im Stil von: Kid Rock
feat. Joe C.

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Mit Hintergrund-Gesangsstimme (wahlweise in der KFN-Version)

Im gleichen Tempo wie das Original: 92.331 BPM

In der gleichen Tonart wie das Original: F♯m, B♭m

Dauer: 05:33 - Vorschau auf: 03:17

Veröffentlichung: 1998
Musikrichtungen: Rap & Hip-Hop, Englisch
Original Songwriter: Lawrence Smith, Robert J Ritchie, Jalil Hutchins, Too $hort, Uncle Kracker, Kenny Olson

Der gesamte Inhalt auf unserer Website wird vollständig von unseren Musikern im Studio reproduziert. Wir verwenden keine Teile der Originalaufnahmen und nutzen in keiner Weise AI-Stem-Trennungstechnologie.

Text Devil Without a Cause

You knew that I was comin' 'cos you heard my name but you don't know my game
You never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips and got scared when you heard that I was comin' with hits
Now don't even trip
Be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead uh
I'm in the red 'cos my mind's distortin'
People claimin' they know me but they only know a portion
Imma move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now
You knew this day would come
So hold your bids
All bets are closed and fuck all you hoes
'Cos it's been a long time comin' but I finally broke like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker
Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name
Ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out
I ain't no ho
Fuck the radio
I'm comin' from that R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sawed-off twelve gauges
Up that ass for the nine-eight
Nine-eight
Never fake, shake
Straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat out you diss me punk that's when I pull the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-buckin'
I'm fuck-fuck-fuckin' your hoes 'cos they know who's runnin' this shit
Top Dog, I'm the C-E-O
Role model
Your motherfuckin' H-E-R-O
My motto
Be cool, keep pimpin'
Don't sleep
We roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog coats
We float like butterflies
Sting like queen bees
Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D
And it's all good
I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick
Kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fucks with you
I'm gonna mack 'em
Devil without a cause
I'm goin' platinum
I'm goin' platinum
I'm goin' platinum
We're goin' platinum
Devil without a cause
I'm goin' platinum
Uh
Yeah we come to party so get down everybody
Come on
Yeah we come to party
I went from Saint Claire shores and drink specials at Winners to New York City and seven hundred dollar dinners
From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex to gettin' much respect from top record execs
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot when I was tossed in the dime bin and left to rot
Used to call me funny when my nose was fuckin' runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers wanna claim they're down but when I was broke and down
I never seen them around
All the shit we talked
All the shit we dreamed
I did it without you
I got a brand new team
No triple beams
It seems like a movie
Bought two cribs
Drop-top and jacuzzi
No more fluzzies
Only high class hoes
A couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit and a garden hose made out of twenty-four karat
Bought a couple parrots that like to squawk and they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes
You couldn't fill 'em doc
You're too old to kid
You're too soft to rock
Already did what most love to shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind that I'mma stomp all over your test of time
I'm goin' platinum
I'm goin' platinum
Uh I'm goin' platinum
We're goin' platinum
Devil without a cause
I'm goin' platinum
Straight out of the streets of Taylor
Three foot high and ready to get fly
Joe C
I'm the J-O-E to the C ho
Call me Joe C
Got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak ho
Call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies' pick
I'm a crazy hick and rake through kind like a bum through wine
It's my time so I'mma shine like glass
Old as piss but small as ass
Watch me cash
Smoke some hash
You're rakin' grass while I'm rakin' cash
High-ass voice like Aaron Neville and I'm down with the devil
Say we like to party
Rock the party
We like to party
Rock the party
You like to party
Rock the party
You like to party
Rock the party
Devil without a cause
I'm goin' platinum
Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Come on
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

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