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Download from amazon.com Roving Gangster (Rollin') lyrics

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Artist(s)
  • Kid Rock
  • Album(s)
  • Devil Without A Cause (buy)
  • 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

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