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Rollin' On The Island

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  • Bellisle b-b-bellisle Bell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisle Hey kid rock, tell em how your livin Man I spend my birthdays at dennys eatin southern slams Im not a butt nut you know that I never bang But I lick more coochie than k.d. lang But Im not gonna kick an x-rated rap And even if I did you know that you couldnt fade it black Cause my raps liek gold, or precious gems While your raps 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, Im 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 Im 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 Thats how we do it when we roll down grass shit Its guarenteed everytime we get hoes I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose Youll 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 detriot) Now wes chill you know we go way back Kid rock I remember guzzlin 40s in your ford track Yeah wes your still my man so Get on the mic and do the best ya can Oh yes, yes yall, yes yall, and ya dont stop Oh yes, yes yall, yes yall, and ya dont quit Oh yes, yes yall, yes yall, and ya dont stop Come on wes, give em what ya got Give me the mic and ima wreck ya from the start to end But gimme brew and gimme that and ima 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 subberbs they jock me With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it hang Born and raised in the e.d. so ima let cha know Is that wrong I stand strong and ima getto bro Crew yo, I thought you knew when Id be rollin deep No fuckin nytol needed to put your ass to sleep I fly heads where theres dreads with the curly do I screw hoes from shamiqua down to curly sue You think Im jokin, Im pokin your girl, she lovin me Sugar walls to my balls that how Im shovin it Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote And if your man wanna trip Ill 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 Im gonna run outta my fuckin steals And watch them hoes in the flow like they was johnny gill Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet Thats 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 40s, hoes, 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 hoes 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 gs from the streets Im droppin your lyrics on your best kid rock beat Now ima kick ya like this and like that Im kickin a funky track with kid rock because we go way back Back in the days to the late 80s When I dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggers Crazy, but now were kickin it in the 90s 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 Im 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 hoes 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 Its 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 Id be lo

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