Letras de Cramp Ya Style

Everything I do gon′ be funky

New player on the field so yield and get back to the wall
'Cause I plan you all like a game
K-I-D is the name
Some complain and they got a little fame
And it′s a shame for what it's worth
I'm down to earth
Pourin′ it on like Miss Butterworth
Rich and thick, kinda quick, not slow

The rhymes I fitted to flow all in a row
From the intro to the end so, ho
Put down the microphone and go
Step aside as I make room to bloom
Any opposing goon gets placed in a tomb
As soon as I grip the mic to get loose

Don′t dispute 'cause you got no juice
Meanwhile, I kick a rhyme from the pile

Huh, as I cramp your style

Cramp your style

Get down on your knees and pray when I break you
Down with the sound comin′ down with a pound or a bang
If you can't hang with the slang
That I exploit comin′ straight from Detroit
Rough without a doubt or a question
Kid Rock here in the flesh and
Addressin' and definin′ certain issues to diss you
(Please diss me)

So wipe the tears from your eyes
You can't hide so don't be surprised
When I dismiss you from your throne
And send you home as a Kid Rock clone
′Cause I can hold my own like you hold a Milk Bone
Simple as this with a grip that won′t quit

So when I hit the skit, that's it

So don′t come in my face with the basin
Remember, you're just an imitation
Don′t get buck wild, in fact don't smile
′Cause I'll blow your file as I cramp your style

Cramp your style

I claim the boundaries of my domain
Detroit, Detroit
I'm from the Midwest
From Motown, Motown
We didn′t see, we didn′t see

I'm like Steel or Capri, yo, ′cause I'm the hardest
Down with the label known to be the largest
Not bein′ modest, don't even think of tryin′ to hang
'Cause yo, Kid Rock rolls like a Stoppo
I roll thick, I roll heavy
D-Nice just keeps the pace steady
So get ready to feel the pain
Kid Rock drivin' girls insane
So listen rappers and get to the program
Breakin′ you down is the Kid Rock slogan

And any rapper who thinks about dissin′
You know what I say? (I got a great big dick)
So anyone who can't adjust
Gets rushed and then bites the dust

Be ready to walk the mile
′Cause I'll smack that Kool-Aid smile as I cramp your style

Cramp your style