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 Bellisle B-B-
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 Bellisle b-b-
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 Bellisle B-B
Übersetzung: Kid Rock. Rollin 'On The Island.
Pick a island on the map, I been to it Shorty wan' try anal, her friends do it Wrists rocked up shinin, flawless diamonds You could hardly see the face on
M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed With sex, drugs and rock & roll New tecs and calicos! Word has it we move mathematic on rappers Who don't add up, you get broke
your lung and inflate your chest I keep killas on mountain tops, plotting on housing cops While I'm in the spot, bagging up rocks, I'm counting knots
Sponsored by Stark Enterprise Shout out to everybody on Staten Island Don't touch that dial... Ay yo, ay yo, my name's on your roster kid, I mean business
yeah, ah Oh, oh, oh, yeah [Joe C.] See me cruisin' in my caddy, ho's they like to call me daddy Cool, when I'm stylin', just rollin' on my island Now
never seen nothing Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench That went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate Island Def Jam, guess how many
my league (you know my steez) I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s [Method Man] (Streetlife) I rock for all my niggaz (I rock for all my niggaz
than a kid at 300 XL Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz And chumps are
