Lyrics:

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh


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?

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 oh


Singin, 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 bash

Floatin' through the air waves, pickin' up cash

I dropped bottom d, people thought I went soft, shit

I'm still very difficult to fuck with


Straight 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 stop

Got 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

Aint slept in weeks

Got too many freaks

Seen too many geeks

Try to rock the rap, so I'm back with heat

To unseat the wack

I'ma unpack, and set up shop

I'ma step back and watch you rock

I'ma rock track, so stop the pop

Then i'ma master blastin through the aftershock

I got, dug ditches to burry you bitches

Who roll the flow and wanna stop the show

So i'ma roll and flow another encore seven

From north of detroit, way south of heaven

Heaven, heaven, heaven

Yeahhhh

Turn it up, turn it up turn it up

Ughh come onnnnn

Kid rock motherfucker with the tbt

Rollin' through your city like the general lee

You wanna 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 by

Call 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

Yeahhh rollin' with the tbt

Were gonna rock the house for my man joe c.

Yeahh, we wanna start this show, come on

Come on, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh