Rollin’ on the Island Kid Rock

[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