Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
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Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
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Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
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Man i spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern slams
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I'm not a butt nut you know that i never bang
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But i lick more coochie than K.D. Lang
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But i'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap
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And even if i did you know that you couldnt fade it black
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Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems
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While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
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Kid Rock i love to sing
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Call me the king of pain, but my name aint Sting
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Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame
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Cause all you sap suckers dont even know my brothers name
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Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
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He rides through town in an Eldorado
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Maldo black, real white so i'm lookin
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And i gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn
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Romeo Mt. Clemens to Metro Beat
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From Huston, to L.A., back to Stoney Creek
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Like i said, roll it up take a hit and then pass it
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That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit
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It's guaranteed every time we get hoe's
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I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose
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You'll never see me in Thyland
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But you can catch Kid Rock on a hot day rollin on the island
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Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
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Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
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Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
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(here in Detroit)
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Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
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Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
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Yeah Wes your still my man so
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Get on the mic and do the best ya can
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Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
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Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont quit
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Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
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Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got
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Give me the mic and i'm a wreck from the start to end
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But gimme brew and gimme that and i'm a do you in
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You talkin trash, i smoke that ass so fast you wouldnt know
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What hit you bro, so here i got you thought i couldnt flow
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To a track layed back by Kid Rock G
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Now even white bitches in the suburbs they jock me
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With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing
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So pow wow freaky chow, and im a let it hang
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Born and raised in the E.D. so i'm a let cha know
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Is that wrong i stand strong and i'm a getto bro
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Crew yo, i thought you knew when i'd be rollin deep
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No fuckin Nytol needed to put your ass to sleep
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I fly heads where there's dreads with the curly do
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I screw hoe's from Shamiqua down to curly Sue
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You think i'm jokin, i'm pokin your girl, she lovin me
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Sugar walls to my balls that how i'm shovin it
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Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote
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And if your man wanna trip i'll let the trigger go
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Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger drop
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There goes my girl, yell the phone somebody call the cops
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When they come i'm gonna run outta my fuckin steals
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And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was Johnny Gill
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Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
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That's how we do it when were rollin on the island
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Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
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Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
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Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
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(here in Detriot)
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Now Prince Vince i remember hangin in your hood
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With the 40's, hoe's, do i make myself understood?
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Yeah, i put you on them black hoes
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They used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose
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Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word)
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Then i took your black ass out to the subberbes
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People dont know about you and me (or unity)
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Aint it funny how were still down in 93
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Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through
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Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that i gotta use
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And light my infared dead on that forehead
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Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your left in red
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Your runnin around with a string of chicks
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Now nigger you dont wanna see me or the K to the I to the mother fuckin D
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Straight G's from the streets
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Im droppin your lyrics on your best Kid Rock beat
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Now ima kick ya like this and like that
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I'm kickin a funky track with Kid Rock because we go way back
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Back in the day's to the late 80's
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When i dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggers
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Crazy, but now were kickin it in the 90's
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And Cruew St. is where the niggers were frontin
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Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at night
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But the jeal
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Rollin' On The Island
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| Kid Rock |
