Kid Rock - Rollin' On The Island Lyrics
Bellisle b-b-bellisleBell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisleHey kid rock, tell em how your livinMan I spend my birthdays at dennys eatin southern slamsIm not a butt nut you know that I never bangBut I lick more coochie than k.d. langBut Im not gonna kick an x-rated rapAnd even if I did you know that you couldnt fade it blackCause my raps liek gold, or precious gemsWhile your raps like an 8th full of beeners and stemsKid rock I love to singCall me the king of pain, but my name aint stingOr roger clinton, Im not riding off my brothers fameCause all you sap suckers dont even know my brothers nameBill ritchie he lives in chicagoHe rides through town in an eldoradoMaldo black, real white so Im lookinAnd I gotta give it up to my homies in brooklynRomeo mt. clemens to metro beatFrom huston, to l.a., back to stoney creekLike I said, roll it up take a hit and then pass itThats how we do it when we roll down grass shitIts guarenteed everytime we get hoesI play on my guitar, puff loud through my big noseYoull never see me in thylandBut you can catch kid rock on a hot day rollin on the islandBellisle b-b-bellisleBell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisleBellisle b-b-bellisle(here in detriot)Now wes chill you know we go way backKid rock I remember guzzlin 40s in your ford trackYeah wes your still my man soGet on the mic and do the best ya canOh yes, yes yall, yes yall, and ya dont stopOh yes, yes yall, yes yall, and ya dont quitOh yes, yes yall, yes yall, and ya dont stopCome on wes, give em what ya gotGive me the mic and ima wreck ya from the start to endBut gimme brew and gimme that and ima do you inYou talkin trash, I smoke that ass so fast you wouldnt knowWhat hit you bro, so here I got you thought I couldnt flowTo a track layed back by kid rock gNow even white *****es in the subberbs they jock meWith a smile pow wow they want this getto thingSo pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it hangBorn and raised in the e.d. so ima let cha knowIs that wrong I stand strong and ima getto broCrew yo, I thought you knew when Id be rollin deepNo *****in nytol needed to put your ass to sleepI fly heads where theres dreads with the curly doI screw hoes from shamiqua down to curly sueYou think Im jokin, Im pokin your girl, she lovin meSugar walls to my balls that how Im shovin itWham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wroteAnd if your man wanna trip Ill let the trigger goPop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger dropThere goes my girl, yell the phone somebody call the copsWhen they come Im gonna run outta my *****in stealsAnd watch them hoes in the flow like they was johnny gillWant a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks walletThats how we do it when were rollin on the islandBellisle b-b-bellisleBell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisleBellisle b-b-bellisle(here in detriot)Now prince vince I remember hangin in your hoodWith the 40s, hoes, do I make myself understood?Yeah, I put you on them black hoesThey used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty noseYeah we poked hoes in heards (word)Then I took your black ass out to the subberbesPeople dont know about you and me (or unity)Aint it funny how were still down in 93Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll em throughCause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that I gotta useAnd light my infared dead on that foreheadWoof, woof, woff mother *****er now your left in redYour runnin around with a string of chicksNow nigger you dont wanna see me or the k to the I to the mother *****in dStraight gs from the streetsIm droppin your lyrics on your best kid rock beatNow ima kick ya like this and like thatIm kickin a funky track with kid rock because we go way backBack in the days to the late 80sWhen I dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggersCrazy, but now were kickin it in the 90sAnd cruew st. is where the niggers were frontinJust coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at nightBut the jealous niggers trying to tell usSlangin aint the way to get paidBut ***** the bullshit all Im thinkin about is ponytailI gotta get made, I got a pocket full of lintToo much late former rate, and I gotta rest itShit the hookers, the hoes the takers, the prosA nickle plated nina ready to explodeOn any nigger tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tatPut his ass on his back for the comosatNow can I keep my style and get wild?Me, kid rock and wes chill, just coolin on the islandIts like this and like thatI told you mother *****ers better pack your backBellisle b-b-bellisleBell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisleBellisle b-b-bellisle(here in detriot)I got my harley on the highway revvinIf a whip-it was a nipple Id be lost in heavenIm rollin straight 7 so what up?Like bush wisk said you play ***** get *****ed, your outta luckCause Im the best mother *****er from this timeFor breakfast I snort cocaine and eat pork rinesShockin signs is what Im sowinIm the hoe and Im knowin the mind blowin home growinIn my back yard, lyin in the sun you know I fry quickGettin lit when I be smokin that tye stickCause thats what the kids all aboutI like rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouthFrom south alabama, north montana, Im smokin andChackin cause you know I am aLittle long haired high on, and you can find kid rockIn the gutter on the mother *****in islandBellisle b-b-bellisleBell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisleBellisle b-b-bellisle(here in detriot)
