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Rollin' On The Island lyrics
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
Man i spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that i never bang
But i lick more coochie than K.D. Lang
But i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap
And even if i did you know that you couldnt fade it black
Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid Rock i love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name aint Sting
Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame
Cause all you sap suckers dont even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so i'm lookin
And i gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn
Romeo Mt. Clemens to Metro Beat
From Huston, to L.A., back to Stoney Creek
Like i said, roll it up take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit
It's guaranteed every time we get hoe's
I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose
You'll never see me in Thyland
But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rollin on the island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detroit)
Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
Yeah Wes your still my man so
Get on the mic and do the best ya can
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and i'm a wreck from the start to end
But gimme brew and gimme that and i'm a do you in
You talkin trash, i smoke that ass so fast you wouldnt know
What hit you bro, so here i got you thought i couldnt flow
To a track layed back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the suburbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing
So pow wow freaky chow, and im a let it hang
Born and raised in the E.D. so i'm a let cha know
Is that wrong i stand strong and i'm a getto bro
Crew yo, i thought you knew when i'd be rollin deep
No fuckin Nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
I fly heads where there's dreads with the curly do
I screw hoe's from Shamiqua down to curly Sue
You think i'm jokin, i'm pokin your girl, she lovin me
Sugar walls to my balls that how i'm shovin it
Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote
And if your man wanna trip i'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger drop
There goes my girl, yell the phone somebody call the cops
When they come i'm gonna run outta my fuckin steals
And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was Johnny Gill
Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it when were rollin on the island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detriot)
Now Prince Vince i remember hangin in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do i make myself understood
Yeah, i put you on them black hoes
They used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word)
Then i took your black ass out to the subberbes
People dont know about you and me (or unity)
Aint it funny how were still down in 93
Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through
Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that i gotta use
And light my infared dead on that forehead
Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your left in red
Your runnin around with a string of chicks
Now nigger you dont wanna see me or the K to the I to the mother fuckin D
Straight G's from the streets
Im droppin your lyrics on your best Kid Rock beat
Now ima kick ya like this and like that
I'm kickin a funky track with Kid Rock because we go way back
Back in the day's to the late 80's
When i dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggers
Crazy, but now were kickin it in the 90's
And Cruew St. is where the niggers were frontin
Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at night
But the jealous niggers trying to tell us
Slangin aint the way to get paid
But fuck the bullshit all i'm thinkin about is ponytail
I gotta get made, i got a pocket full of lint
Too much late former rate, and i gotta rest it
Shit the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros
A nickle plated nina ready to explode
On any nigger tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his back for the comosat
Now can i keep my style and get wild
Me, Kid Rock and Wes Chill, just coolin on the island
It's like this and like that
I told you mother fuckers better pack your back
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detriot)
I got my Harley on the highway revvin
If a whip-it was a nipple i'd be lost in heaven
I'm rollin straight 7 so what up
Like Bush Wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your outta luck
Cause i'm the best mother fucker from this time
For breakfast i snort cocaine and eat pork rines
Shockin signs is what i'm sowin
I'm the hoe and i'm knowin the mind blowin home growin
In my back yard, lyin in the sun you know i fry quick
Gettin lit when i be smokin that tye stick
Cause that's what the Kids all about
I like rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouth
From South Alabama, North Montana, i'm smokin and
chackin cause you know i am a
Little long haired high on, and you can find Kid Rock
in the gutter on the mother fuckin island
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
(here in Detroit)
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Genuine Article lyrics
Cramp Ya Style lyrics
New York's Not My Home lyrics
Super Rhyme Maker lyrics
With A One-Two lyrics
Wax The Booty lyrics
Pimp Of The Nation lyrics
Abdul Jabar Cut lyrics
Step In Stride lyrics
The Upside lyrics
Style Of X-Pression lyrics
Trippin' Over A Rock lyrics
Fred lyrics
Killin Brain Cells lyrics
The Cramper lyrics
3 Sheets To The Wind (What's My Name) lyrics
Desperate-Rado lyrics
Back From The Dead lyrics
Balls In Your Mouth lyrics
Rain Check lyrics
Trippin With Dick Vitale lyrics
T.V. Dinner lyrics
Pancake Breakfast lyrics
Blow Me lyrics
In So Deep lyrics
U Don't Know Me lyrics
Intro lyrics
Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp lyrics
Live lyrics
Detroit Thang lyrics
Shotgun Blast lyrics
Freestyle Rhyme lyrics
Classic Rock lyrics
My Name Is ROCK lyrics
Krack Rocks lyrics
The Prodigal Son Returns lyrics
Outro lyrics
Bawitdaba lyrics
Cowboy lyrics
Devil Without A Cause lyrics
I Am The Bullgod lyrics
Roving Gangster (Rollin') lyrics
Wasting Time lyrics
Welcome To The Party lyrics
I Got One For Ya lyrics
Somebody's Gotta Feel This lyrics
Fist Of Rage lyrics
Only God Knows Why lyrics
Fuck Off lyrics
Where You At Rock lyrics
Black Chick, White Guy lyrics
Where U At Rock lyrics
Welcome 2 The Party (Ode 2 The Old School) lyrics
Trucker Anthem lyrics
Forever lyrics
Lay It On Me lyrics
Cocky lyrics
What I Learned Out On The Road lyrics
I'm Wrong But You Ain't Right lyrics
Lonely Road Of Faith lyrics
You Never Met A Motherfucker Quite Like Me lyrics
Picture lyrics
I'm A Dog lyrics
Midnight Train To Memphis lyrics
Baby Come Home lyrics
Drunk In The Morning lyrics
WSCR lyrics
Born 2 Be A Hick lyrics
Fuck That lyrics
Abortion lyrics
Dark & Grey lyrics
3 Sheets To The Wind lyrics
EMSP lyrics
I Wanna Go Back lyrics
Ya Keep On lyrics
American Bad Ass lyrics
My Oedipus Complex lyrics
Prodigal Son lyrics
Dark And Grey lyrics
E.M.S.P. lyrics
Born To Be A Hick lyrics
Fuck U Blind lyrics
Paid lyrics
Intro (History Of Rock) lyrics
Higher lyrics
Warm Winter lyrics
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