Trucker Anthem (Feat. Uncle Kracker) Lyrics

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh ohWho's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Who's in the house?Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh ohSingin, 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 this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh(Who's your uncle?)
Uncle krackerrrrrr
I'm double wide on the side, in the back of the bus
I'm your uncle kracker sittin' platnum plus
Double platnum (what?) tripple platnum (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 2 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 bashFloatin' through the air waves, pickin' up cash
I dropped bottom d, people thought I went soft, shit
I'm still very difficult to fuck withStraight outta the sticks of romeo michigan
The early morning stoned motherfucking pimp of the god damn nationnnnnnn
Ye haw motherfuckers lets rock
With the kid, that's all, ya dig, ya don't stopGot rifs to rock, brought boones to slam
Now who's the man? kid rock god damn
Back on the scene like a fiend for beats
Ain't slept in weeks
Got too many freaksSeen too many geeks
Try to rock the rap, so I'm back with heat
To unseat the wack
I'm a unpack, and set up shopI'm a step back and watch you rock
I'm a rock track, so stop the pop
Then I'm a master blastin through the aftershock
I got, dug ditches to burry you bitchesWho roll the flow and want to stop the show
So I'm a roll and flow another encore seven
From north of detroit, way south of heaven
Heaven, heaven, heavenYeahhhh
Turn it up, turn it up turn it up
Ughh come onnnnn
Kid rock motherfucker with the tbtRollin' through your city like the general lee
You want to 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 byCall 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 tbtWere gonna rock the house for my man joe c.
Yeahh, we want to start this show, come on
Come on, yeah
Songwriters
Sabri, Maqbool AhmedPublished by
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