- Votes:
- Composers:
- Ritchie
- R.j./shafer
- Matthew/travis
- John A./olson
- Kenny
 
- Genres:
- 90s
- Hip-Hop
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- hard rock
- rap rock
 
- See also:
Kid Rock - Somebody's Gotta Feel This lyrics
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'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 fuck I be 
 I'm still the...body rocking ???? 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 
 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 Kid Rock - Somebody's Gotta Feel This - http://motolyrics.com/kid-rock/somebodys-gotta-feel-this-lyrics.html
 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 bowl and 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 
 Rolllin' you got me rollin' 
 I'm rollin' 
 Searching undearneath the sun 
 Rolllin' you got me ro-o-o-llin' 
 I'm rollin' 
 Searching undearneat the sun 
 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 
 Rolllin' you got me rollin' 
 I'm rollin' 
 Searching undearneath the sun 
 Searching undearneath the sun 
 Searching undearneath the sun














