Roving Gangster (Rollin') Lyrics - Kid Rock

Kid Rock Devil Without a Cause cover art
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Mark Morales, Andrew Nebra, Bob Ritchie, Darren Robinson, Matt Shaffer, Damon Yul Wimbley
release date: 1998-8-18
genres: Hip Hop Rock
styles: Funk Metal/Alternative Rock/Hard Rock
length: 4:25
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Kid Rock and Al Sutton
engineer: Al Sutton, John Travis and Kid Rock
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
writer: Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker, Andrew Nehra, Prince Markie Dee, Darren Robinson, Damon Wimbley
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 ***

Get gassed in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
'Cause I've 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
When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube

It's true I broke 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 **** I be
I'm still the (I'm still body rockin' DP MC)

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

I'm dead as ****, 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 revin'
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 grateful, hateful, little son of a G
I'm a deadhead runnin' from the D-P-D
Got soul you're plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a bowl, you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer

Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
Top car 4 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

You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun

You got me ro-o-o-llin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun

Days roll by they roll too fast
I said days roll by I watch them pass

Yeah you want to roll with Rock
And party with the crews that just don't stop uh huh

You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'

Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun

Lyrics licensed by
CD 1
  • 1 Bawitdaba
  • 2 Cowboy
  • 3 Devil Without a Cause
  • 4 I Am the Bullgod
  • 5 Roving Gangster (Rollin')
  • 6 Wasting Time
  • 7 Welcome 2 the Party (Ode 2 the Old School)
  • 8 I Got One for Ya'
  • 9 Somebody's Gotta Feel This
  • 10 Fist of Rage
  • 11 Only God Knows Why
  • 12 Fuck Off
  • 13 Where U at Rock
  • 14 Black Chick, White Guy / I Am the Bullgod (remix)