Artist: Kid Rock Album: Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast Song: Trippin' Over A Rock Typed by: timmy.bogenburt@gmail.com People like the way my style is rollin' The crowd rebounds as I flow slowin' I'm not bullshittin', here's how I'm hittin' Funkin' it up more than George Clinton Swingin' and bringin' in a new format A new breed indeed and I'm sure of that I'll impress the best, I won't rest the best Cause I'm blessed and I just won't settle for less Yes the kid who gets the crowd up The one with the hair that stands straight up People look and stare in shock Trippin' over a rock Trippin' over a rock Chased and chased and chased, but never close to caught And the skills I filled were all self-taught With so many styles on each panfulls And they hit ya like a fifth of Jack Daniels As the girls admire the way I aspire To move higher and build my own empire Not a liar, I tell no lies So hey girl you can trust these blue eyes But don't get me wrong, I get wicked Shake that ass in my face and I'll stick it Hit it, get with it, knock it out the box Trippin' over a rock Trippin' over a rock A genuine bad man like Yosamite Sam and I c-c-c-can rock the land and Bring a new swing and sensation To represent the next generation So slack up, you better back up Coem the score and you leave in a jigsaw Fuck with me with no doubt I'll put my foot in your ass and won't pull it out I'll go deep in, I won't weaken Guaranteed to keep the house leapin' Girls flockin' guys try to, to cock block Cause everybody's trippin' over a rock