Kid Rock - Roving Gangster (Rollin’) lyrics
[Kid Rock - Roving Gangster Rollin’ lyrics]
Everything's tight from my loop 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 writin' no rhymes
I wish for that in which my heart holds dear
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 a 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's when you'll see me comin'
My gun's gunnin' and the 808s hummin'
Raw, ruff real rock, rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude
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 just
Who the fuck I be i'm still the
Mind blowin' body rockin' DJ mC
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
I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed
See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck
But I'm Peterbilt
I am the Trucker and my ego's large
I'm the K to the I, call me Sarge
Old number seven, raised south of heaven
See my crew comin' hear them Harleys revvin'
I'm steppin' to your crew with
A clique of hicks
Got three LPs but I ain't got no hit's
An ungrateful, hateful, little son of a G
I'm a Deadhead runnin' from the DPD
Got soul
You're plagued with the rhythm's cancer
Grab a pole
You'll be swingin' like a topless dancer
Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
Done got 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
Rollin' you got me rollin'
I'm rollin' searchin' underneath the sun
Rollin' you got me rollin'
I'm rollin' searchin' underneath the sun
Yeah aw, come on
Hell, yeah days roll by, they roll too fast
I say days roll by, I watch them pass
Yeah, you wanna roll with Rock
And party with the grooves
That just don't stop, ah hah? Yeah
Rollin' you got me rollin'
I'm rollin' searchin' underneath the sun
Searchin' underneath the sun
Searchin' underneath the sun
Searchin' underneath 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 writin' no rhymes
I wish for that in which my heart holds dear
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 a 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's when you'll see me comin'
My gun's gunnin' and the 808s hummin'
Raw, ruff real rock, rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude
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 just
Who the fuck I be i'm still the
Mind blowin' body rockin' DJ mC
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
I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed
See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck
But I'm Peterbilt
I am the Trucker and my ego's large
I'm the K to the I, call me Sarge
Old number seven, raised south of heaven
See my crew comin' hear them Harleys revvin'
I'm steppin' to your crew with
A clique of hicks
Got three LPs but I ain't got no hit's
An ungrateful, hateful, little son of a G
I'm a Deadhead runnin' from the DPD
Got soul
You're plagued with the rhythm's cancer
Grab a pole
You'll be swingin' like a topless dancer
Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
Done got 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
Rollin' you got me rollin'
I'm rollin' searchin' underneath the sun
Rollin' you got me rollin'
I'm rollin' searchin' underneath the sun
Yeah aw, come on
Hell, yeah days roll by, they roll too fast
I say days roll by, I watch them pass
Yeah, you wanna roll with Rock
And party with the grooves
That just don't stop, ah hah? Yeah
Rollin' you got me rollin'
I'm rollin' searchin' underneath the sun
Searchin' underneath the sun
Searchin' underneath the sun
Searchin' underneath the sun