Kid Rock — Rollin’ on the Island

[Intro] Belle Isle B-B-Belle Isle Bell-Belle Isle Bell-Bell-Belle Isle [Wes Chill / Prince Vince] Hey Kid Rock, tell them how you're livin' [Kid Rock] 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 couldn't fade it, black Because my rap's like gold, or precious gems While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems, huh Kid Rock; I love to sing Call me the King of Pain, but my name ain't Sting Or Roger Clinton, I'm not ridin' off my brother's fame Because all you sap-suckers don't even know my brother's name Bill Ritchie, he lives in Chicago He rides through town in an El Dorado Mulatto, black, real white's how I'm lookin' And I gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn Romeo, Mt. Clemens to Metro Beach From Houston, 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 Gratiot It's guaranteed every time we get hoes I play on my guitar, pumped loud through my Pignose You'll never see me in Thailand But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rolling on the Island [Chorus] Belle Isle B-B-Belle Isle Belle Isle B-B-Belle Isle Belle-Belle Isle Bell-Bell-Belle Isle (Here in Detroit) [Kid Rock] Now Wes Chill you know we go way back [Wes Chill] Kid Rock I remember guzzling 40's and your 4-Track [Kid Rock] Yeah Wes, you're still my man So, get on the mic and do the best you can [Bridge] Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and you don't stop Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't quit Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't stop Come on Wes, give them what you got [Wes Chill] Give me the mic and I'm a wreck from the start to end But gimme brew and gimme gat and I'm a do you in You talking trash, I smoke that ass so fast you wouldn't know What hit you bro, so here I got you thought I couldn't flow To a track laid back by Kid Rock, G Now even white bitches in the suburbs they jock me With a smile pow wow they want this ghetto thing So pow wow freaky chow, and I'm a let it hang Born and raised in D.E.T. so I'm a let you know You step wrong I step strong and I'mma wet ya whole crew Yo, I thought you knew when I'd be rolling deep No fucking Nytol needed to put your ass to sleep I fly heads where there's dreads or heads with curly do's I screw hoes from Shaniqua down to Curly Sue You think I'm jokin', I'm pokin' your girl, she lovin' it Sugar walls to my balls that how I'm shoving it Wham bam, thank you ma'am, a dirty nigga-ro And if your man wanna trip I let the trigga go Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigga drop Here go my cellular phone somebody call the cops When they come I won't run, unload my fuckin' steel And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was Johnny Gill On the real deal, Wes Chill gettin' err'one buck whilin' That's how we do it when we rollin' on the Island [Chorus] Belle Isle B-B-Belle Isle Belle Isle B-B-Belle Isle Belle-Belle Isle Bell-Bell-Belle Isle (Here in Detroit) [Kid Rock] Now Prince Vince I remember hangin' in your hood With the 40's, hoes, do I make myself understood? [Prince Vince] Yeah, I put you on them black hoes They used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pointy nose [Kid Rock] Yeah we poked hoe's in herds (word) Then I took your black ass out to the suburbs People don't know about you and me (or unity) Ain't it funny how were still down in '93? [Prince Vince] Don't let me catch you sleepin' when you rollin' though Because if you do then I'm going to have to choose the weapon that I gotta use And lock my infrared dead on that forehead Buck, buck, buck motherfucka now your left in red You're fuckin' around with a straight-up G Now nigga you don't want to see me Or the K to the I to the mother fucking D Straight G's from the streets I'm droppin' dope lyrics on dope-ass Kid Rock beats Now I'm gonna kick it like this and like that I'm kicking a funky track with Kid Rock because we go way back Back in the days of the late 80's When I dropped the gangsta funk and drove the young niggas crazy But now were kicking it in the 90's And Cruse St. is where the niggas will find me Just cooling with my fellas, slangin' shit late at night But the jealous niggas trying to tell us Slanging yay isn't the way to get paid But fuck the bullshit all I'm thinking about is money that 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 nigga trying to jack, rat-a-tat-tat Put his ass on his back for the (?) Now can I keep my style and get wild? Me, Kid Rock and Wes Chill, just cooling on the Island It's like this and like that I told you mother fuckers better pack a gat [Chorus] Belle Isle B-B-Belle Isle Belle Isle B-B-Belle Isle Belle-Belle Isle Bell-Bell-Belle Isle (Here in Detroit) [Kid Rock] 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 Bushwick said "you play pussy, get fucked" you're outta luck Cause I'm the baddest mother fucker from this time For breakfast I snort cocaine and eat pork rinds Shocking signs is what I'm sowing I'm the hoe'in, all-knowin' the mind blowin' home growin' In my backyard, lying in the sun you know I fry quick Getting lit when I be smoking that thai-stick Because that's what the Kid's all about I like rolling up on hoes and screaming "Balls in your Mouth" From South Alabama, North Montana, I'm smoking and Chokin' because you know I am a Little long-haired high on, and you can find Kid Rock In the gutter on the mother fuckin' Island [Chorus] Belle Isle B-B-Belle Isle Belle Isle B-B-Belle Isle Belle-Belle Isle Bell-Bell-Belle Isle (Here in Detroit)