[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]
