Let's Roll

[Hook: Kid Rock] Yeah I’m throwed off Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all I made my own lane Let’s roll, let's roll Yeah, I’m going off Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll [Verse 1] Yeah now let me welcome you to my small town Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around How I was raised 808 drums quaking, they shake that box, '88 And the dope boys hotter than hells gate But I, still in the shade With a fold out chair, a thirty pack on the back of that tailgate A-L-A, B-A-M-A I’m off I might pee in the lake I might go to Talladega and see me a race And bring me case Yeah I’m bringing a case I’m getting throwed off [Hook] [Verse 2] And I’m all the way throwed off Z71 take the bow off Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk Yeah with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy seat Yeah buddy, might go off Split you like a bowling ball Spit chew in my overalls Yeah home of the gumbo Got a couple folks that’d do it to you for the hundo And when them elephant feet rumble That dixie cup's gonna fall off the console You don’t wanna have a convo and not understand that Bama slanguage Like hollering ain't it But I come to paint it, so it won’t be throwed off [Hook] [Verse 3] I’m just a Kid that Rocks I’m just a boy with a dream That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox Now I bang Beretta She’s twenty-two and I keep her in a tube top White trash and all Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a fucking jackhammer dog Cause I planned it all Crimson Tide standing tall Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball Fuck around and I’m going off and I’m getting throwed off [Hook]