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KID ROCK lyrics : "Rollin' On The Island"

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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 %#@!
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
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(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 $$# 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 (*##$es 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 $#&@in Nytol needed to put your $$# 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 !@$@ wrote
And if your man wanna trip i'll let the trigger go
Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that !@$@ drop

There goes my girl, yell the phone somebody call the cops
When they come i'm gonna run outta my $#&@in 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
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(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 $$#, your blue eyes and your pionty
nose
Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word)

Then i took your black $$# 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 $#&@er now your left in red

Your runnin around with a string of chicks
Now !@$@ you dont wanna see me or the K to the I to the mother
$#&@in 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 !@$@s
Crazy, but now were kickin it in the 90's

And Cruew St. is where the !@$@s were frontin
Just coolin with my buds, slangin %#@! late at night
But the jealous !@$@s trying to tell us
Slangin aint the way to get paid
But $#&@ the bull%#@! 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
%#@! the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros
A nickle plated nina ready to explode
On any !@$@ tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his $$# 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 $#&@ers better pack your back
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(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 #~!!@ get $#&@ed, your outta
luck
Cause i'm the best mother $#&@er 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 $#&@in island
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(here in Detroit)

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