Kid Rock - Roving Gangster (Rollin')

Watch the official music video for "Roving Gangster (Rollin')" by Kid Rock from the album _Devil Without A Cause_ (1998). 🔔 Subscribe to the channel: https://youtube.com/c/kidrock?sub_confirmation=1 Watch the best Kid Rock videos on YouTube here: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLakoz4isJL_ndybf7wxBheRx1BZW9unvL Follow Kid Rock: Website: https://kidrock.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kidrock​ Twitter: https://twitter.com/kidrock​ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kidrock Kid Rock is a singer renowned for his hit songs “Picture,” “Only God Knows Why,” “All Summer Long,” “Born Free,” “Cowboy,” “Redneck Paradise,” and “First Kiss.” He worked with artists like Sheryl Crow, Aerosmith, Run DMC and T.I. — amassing billions of global streams and receiving international acclaim. 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 bulls***, now you look like an *ss 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 808's 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 nuckas know just who the f*** I be I'm still the... Mind blowin' body rockin' DJ/MC [spoken] Clap your hands to what he's doin' 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 s***, 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 hits 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