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| KID ROCK Miscellaneous Rollin' On The Island 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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