Rollin' on the island

[Intro] Bellisle B-B-Bellisle Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle [Verse 1] Hey Kid Rock, tell them how your living Man i spend my birthdays at Denny's eating 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 going to kick an X-rated rap And even if i did you know that you couldn't fade it black Because 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 ain't Sting Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame Because all you sap suckers don't 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 looking 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 rolling on the island [Chorus] 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 guzzling 40's in your ford track Yeah Wes your 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 [Verse 2] 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 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 layed back by Kid Rock G Now even white bitches in the suburbs they jock me With a smile pow wow they want this geto thing So pow wow freaky chow, and I'm a let it hang Born and raised in the E.D. so I'm a let you know Is that wrong i stand strong and i'm a geto bro Crew you, 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 with the curly do I screw hoe's from Shamiqua down to curly Sue You think I'm joking, I'm poking your girl, she loving me Sugar walls to my balls that how I'm shoving 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 going to run out of a my fucking steals And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was Johnny Gill Want a real deal with 2 getting wild bucks wallet That's how we do it when were rolling on the island [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now Prince Vince i remember hanging 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 don't know about you and me (or unity) Isn't it funny how were still down in 93 Don't let me catch them slimmy's when you roll them through Because if you do then i'm going to have 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 running around with a string of chicks Now nigger 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 dropping your lyrics on your best Kid Rock beat Now i'm going to kick you like this and like that I'm kicking 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 kicking it in the 90's And Cruew St. is where the niggers were fronting Just cooling with my buds, slanging shit late at night But the jealous niggers trying to tell us Slanging isn't the way to get paid But fuck the bullshit all i'm thinking 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 trying 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 cooling on the island It's like this and like that I told you mother fuckers better pack your back [Chorus] [Verse 4] I got my Harley on the highway revving If a whip-it was a nipple i'd be lost in heaven I'm rolling 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 Shocking signs is what i'm sowing I'm the hoe and i'm knowing the mind blowing home growing In my back yard, lying in the sun you know i fry quick Getting lit when i be smoking that tye stick Because that's what the Kids all about I like rolling up on hoes and screaming balls in your mouth From South Alabama, North Montana, i'm smoking and Chacking because you know i am a Little long haired high on, and you can find Kid Rock In the gutter on the mother fucking island [Chorus]