Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Vocals
Kenny Olson
Lead Guitar
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Fat Boys
Sampled Artist
Uncle Kracker
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darren Robinson
Songwriter
Mark Morales
Songwriter
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
Michael A. Nehra
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
D. Wimbley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Producer
Aaron Lepley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek Matuja
Assistant Engineer
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
John Travis
Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
The Twisted Brown Trucker Band
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends
I've been that route too many times
If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't fighting 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 saying for years that the fakes wouldn't last
You were jockin' that bullshit, now you look like an ass
[Verse 2]
Get gassed in your 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 is when you'll see me comin'
My gun's gunnin' and the 808's hummin'
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
I'm still the (I'm still body rockin' D-P-M-C)
So clap your hands to what he's doing
I'm a razor blade sittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a contradiction I'm a twist of fate
[Verse 5]
See me rollin'
You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searchin' underneath the sun
[Verse 6]
Huh, huh I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed
See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck, but I'm a Peter built
I'm the Trucker and my ego's large
I'm the K to the I, call me sarge
[Verse 7]
Roll number seven raise south to the 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
[Verse 8]
And I'm grateful, hateful, little son of a G
I'm a dead head runnin' from the D-P-D
Got soul you're plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a poll, you'll be swingin' like topless dancer
[Verse 9]
Biltmore Beavers and a top dog coat
Top car 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
[Verse 10]
Rollin'
You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searchin' underneath the sun
[Verse 11]
Rollin'
You got me ro-o-o-llin'
I'm rollin'
Searchin' underneath the sun
[Verse 12]
Uh
Come on
Feel me
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
Yeah
[Verse 13]
Rollin'
You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searchin' underneath the sun
Searchin' underneath the sun
Searchin' underneath the sun
Written by: Andrew Nehra, Damon Yul Wimbley, Darren Robinson, Mark Morales, Matthew Shafer, Michael A. Nehra, Robert J. Ritchie