Roving gangster (rollin')
by Kid Rock
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Everything´s tight from my loot to my friends
I ain´t got time to tighten up loose ends...Huh
I´ve been that route too many times
If I ain´t stabbed in the back I ain´t fightin no crime
I wish for that which my heart holds near
But ain´t nobody playin what I´m tryin´ to hear
I´ve been sayin for years that the fakes wouldn´t last
You were jockin that bullshit, now you look like an ass
Get gassed in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain´t got nothin more than time to kill
Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark is when you´ll see me comin
My gun´s gunnin and the 808´s hummin
Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude...Yeah
When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube
It´s true I´m from the old school
Where the rules don´t bend and the beats don´t end
No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be
I´m still the...body rocking three emcee
So clap your hands to what he´s doing
I´m a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate
I´m a contradiction...I´m a twist of fate
See me rollin
You got me rollin
I´m rollin
Searchin underneath the sun
Huh...Huh I´m dead as shit, but I ain´t been killed
See I´m a Mack, I´m a truck, but I´m Peter built
I am the Trucker and my ego´s large
I´m the K to the I call me sarge
Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin hear them Harley´s revvin
I´m steppin to your crew with a glick of hits
Got 3 LP´s but I ain´t got no hits
And I´m a greatful, hateful, little son of a G
I´m a deadhead runnin from the D-P-D
Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a pole and you´ll be swingin like a topless dancer
Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
Top car four Vogues on a hundred spokes
Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land
If it ain´t all that I´ll be back my man
Rolllin...you got me rollin´
I´m rollin´
Searchin undearneath the sun
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I´m rollin
Searching undearneath the sun
Uh
Come on
Feel me
Days roll by they...roll too fast
I said days roll by...I watch them pass
Yeah you wanna roll with Rock
And party with crews that just don´t stop uh-huh Yeah
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I´m rollin´
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
I ain´t got time to tighten up loose ends...Huh
I´ve been that route too many times
If I ain´t stabbed in the back I ain´t fightin no crime
I wish for that which my heart holds near
But ain´t nobody playin what I´m tryin´ to hear
I´ve been sayin for years that the fakes wouldn´t last
You were jockin that bullshit, now you look like an ass
Get gassed in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain´t got nothin more than time to kill
Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark is when you´ll see me comin
My gun´s gunnin and the 808´s hummin
Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude...Yeah
When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube
It´s true I´m from the old school
Where the rules don´t bend and the beats don´t end
No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be
I´m still the...body rocking three emcee
So clap your hands to what he´s doing
I´m a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate
I´m a contradiction...I´m a twist of fate
See me rollin
You got me rollin
I´m rollin
Searchin underneath the sun
Huh...Huh I´m dead as shit, but I ain´t been killed
See I´m a Mack, I´m a truck, but I´m Peter built
I am the Trucker and my ego´s large
I´m the K to the I call me sarge
Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin hear them Harley´s revvin
I´m steppin to your crew with a glick of hits
Got 3 LP´s but I ain´t got no hits
And I´m a greatful, hateful, little son of a G
I´m a deadhead runnin from the D-P-D
Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a pole and you´ll be swingin like a topless dancer
Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
Top car four Vogues on a hundred spokes
Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land
If it ain´t all that I´ll be back my man
Rolllin...you got me rollin´
I´m rollin´
Searchin undearneath the sun
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I´m rollin
Searching undearneath the sun
Uh
Come on
Feel me
Days roll by they...roll too fast
I said days roll by...I watch them pass
Yeah you wanna roll with Rock
And party with crews that just don´t stop uh-huh Yeah
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I´m rollin´
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun