• Vagalume
  • A-Z
  • Estilos
  • Top 100
  • Playlists
  • Rádio
  • Hot Spots
  • Notícias
  • Play

    Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
    Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
    Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
    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 couldnt fade it black
    Cause 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 aint Sting
    Or Roger Clinton, i'm not riding off my brothers fame
    Cause all you sap suckers dont 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 lookin
    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 guarenteed everytime 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 rollin on the island
    Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
    Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
    Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
    (here in Detriot)
    Now Wes Chill you know we go way back
    Kid Rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track
    Yeah Wes your still my man so
    Get on the mic and do the best ya can
    Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
    Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont quit
    Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya dont stop
    Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got
    Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the start to end
    But gimme brew and gimme that and i'ma do you in
    You talkin trash, i smoke that ass so fast you wouldnt know
    What hit you bro, so here i got you thought i couldnt flow
    To a track layed back by Kid Rock G
    Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
    With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing
    So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it hang
    Born and raised in the E.D. so i'ma let cha know
    Is that wrong i stand strong and i'ma getto bro
    Crew yo, i thought you knew when i'd be rollin deep
    No fuckin 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 jokin, i'm pokin your girl, she lovin me
    Sugar walls to my balls that how i'm shovin 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 gonna run outta my fuckin steals
    And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was Johnny Gill
    Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet
    That's how we do it when were rollin on the island
    Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
    Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
    Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
    (here in Detriot)
    Now Prince Vince i remember hangin 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 dont know about you and me (or unity)
    Aint it funny how were still down in 93
    Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through
    Cause if you do then ima hafta 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 runnin around with a string of chicks
    Now nigger you dont wanna see me or the K to the I to the mother fuckin D
    Straight G's from the streets
    Im droppin your lyrics on your best Kid Rock beat
    Now ima kick ya like this and like that
    I'm kickin 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 kickin it in the 90's
    And Cruew St. is where the niggers were frontin
    Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at night
    But the jealous niggers trying to tell us
    Slangin aint the way to get paid
    But fuck the bullshit all i'm thinkin 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 tryin 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 coolin on the island
    It's like this and like that
    I told you mother fuckers better pack your back
    Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
    Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
    Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
    (here in Detriot)
    I got my Harley on the highway revvin
    If a whip-it was a nipple i'd be lost in heaven
    I'm rollin 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
    Shockin signs is what i'm sowin
    I'm the hoe and i'm knowin the mind blowin home growin
    In my back yard, lyin in the sun you know i fry quick
    Gettin lit when i be smokin that tye stick
    Cause that's what the Kids all about
    I like rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouth
    From South Alabama, North Montana, i'm smokin and
    chackin cause you know i am a
    Little long haired high on, and you can find Kid Rock
    in the gutter on the mother fuckin island
    Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
    Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
    Bellisle B-B-Bellisle
    (here in Detriot)

    Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção »

    user 300 caracteres restantes. Enviar

    Todas as letras de Kid Rock

    Mais notícias »
    Hot Spot
    Top Músicas do Vagalume
    Top 100 »

    As informações deste site são postadas integralmente pelos usuários. É importante dizer que é possível que os dados estejam desatualizados ou incorretos, sendo assim, o Vagalume exime-se de qualquer responsabilidade sobre as informações publicadas.Caso haja interesse em remover ou alterar alguma informação, entre em contato conosco.

    É permitida somente a visualização no site das letras de músicas encontradas aqui, vedada sua reprodução através de quaisquer outros meios (Lei 9610/98).Todas as letras de músicas são propriedade dos seus respectivos autores e divulgadas somente para fins educacionais.All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics are provided for educational purposes only.