Lyrics:
On the downlow, no profilin or buckwhylin'
Bust it kid, 'cause I'ma
Brother from Brentwood, Long Island
Brother from Brentwood, Long Island
Brother from
CONEY ISLAND cONEY ISLAND
Mama used to take us all to cONEY ISLAND
That’s what she did aLL OF US KIDS
Singin’ on the subway out to cONEY ISLAND
Then
and I told her I'd met the guy who invented the like buttonhe had a mohawkwe met at at a conference on a tiny island in the Oslo fjord. And why was I
believe I am courageous
Perhaps it's just bravado
'Live your own life' is my motto
'No man is an island'. My great-grandparents are from Cabo
Verde. Young,
getting older every day, but I still feel like I won't ever grow up, won't ever grow up
The business meetings and the conferences for which I won't ever
artist like I ain't led a
Whole goddamn college conference
This shit is wild
I see the posts and profiles
But commentin' negativity is not my style
I got
It's been nine long years
On an island as we scavenge for food
We're never weak and hungry
Little hearts and little hands
We were nine years old
on that conference, say fuck the police
I told that lil bitch to get down in her knees
She told me she's tryna get freaky with me (Fuck)
I fuck from
thought
JK: In fairness
There was context to it and we
Took it out of context
And we had a couple of little kids reenact it
Which I didn’t think would be
You’s a bad ting from the island
You’s a bad ting from the island
Yeah
God damn you’s a bad bitch
Oouuu
Matter fact have my damn kids
Oouuu
Where you from
resort
Where I conduct a little business, play a little sport
But if I don't piss on a kid there's gonna be a crisis
Gotta get myself to Epstein Island
the heater just in case kids start whyling
The rhyme that I'm styling, smooth as a violin
"Rough enough to break New York from Long Island"
("Rough
an entertainer now, Ivan
I used to be a farmer just like you
I got a wife and three kids
And this may sound a little unpatriotic
But to me
These are more
an entertainer now, Ivan
I used to be a farmer just like you
I got a wife and three kids
And this may sound a little unpatriotic
But to me
These are more
you better take you naked ass and put on some clothes
Yo, this be goin out to them kids from East Smash (Long Island)
Amityville (Long Island
D'you like my yawning
Outdoors five in the morning
Five in the morning
Please don't bother much
I'm on conference call with Ms. Brain and Mr. Heart
Yeah, yeah, I love Math
Yeah, yo, yo
y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot
to expand my network in the music business. I printed thousands of business cards. If I spent $500 on a conference badge, I had to come back with 500 new
you see her say your highness
Even to the labels keep it honest in that conference man I still speak ebonics
Even for a second said I'm wildin' Niggas
Then we still pimp the game
Like it’s Hunter’s point, please
Homie (Homie) Y-y ya know me (ya know me)
You might see me down Stoney Island, Ridin’
Yeah, yeah, I love math
Yeah, yo, yo
Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like
They don't want no war with us
They know we the niggas poppin' shit, droppin' shit
Them niggas, they be pussy
Always snitchin' in them conferences
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 be Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle
kids I write this that
Don't your forget your are loved your are loved your are loved
Welcome to the island of the misfit toys
Welcome to the island
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