Let's Roll – English Lyrics

• By: Yelawolf, Kid Rock

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the vibrant world of Southern American culture through Yelawolf and Kid Rock's "Let's Roll." This track offers a compelling blend of hip-hop and rock, painting a vivid picture of small-town life, resilience, and individuality. By exploring its authentic lyrics, you'll gain insights into regional slang and cultural nuances, making it a unique and engaging way to learn about the language and spirit of the American South.

[English]

Yeah, I'm throwed off

Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let's roll, oh-oh

let's roll, oh-oh

Yeah, I'm going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off

Better recognize game, let's roll

let's roll

Now let me welcome you to my small town

Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around

How I was raised

808 drums quaking, they shake that box, '88

And the dope boys hotter than hells gate

But I, still in the shade

With a fold out chair, a thirty pack on the back of that tailgate

A-L-A, B-A-M-A

I'm off I might pee in the lake

I might go to Talladega and see me a race

And bring me case

Yeah, I'm bringing a case

I'm getting throwed off

Yeah, I'm throwed off

Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh

Yeah, I'm going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off

Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh

And I'm all the way throwed off

Z71 take the bow off

Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk

Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy seat

Yeah, buddy, might go off

Split you like a bowling ball

Spit chew in my overalls

Yeah, home of the gumbo

Got a couple folks that'd do it to you for hundo

And when them elephant feet rumble

That dixie cup's gonna fall off the console

You don't wanna have a convo and not understand that Bamas language

Like hollering ain't it

But I come to paint it, so it won't be throwed off

Yeah, I'm throwed off

Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh

Yeah, I'm going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off

Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh

I'm just a Kid that Rocks

I'm just a boy with a dream

That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks

Used to keep a.22 in a shoebox

Now I bang Beretta

She's 22 and I keep her in a tube top

White trash and all

Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off

Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a fucking jackhammer dog

'Cause I planned it all

Crimson Tide standing tall

Shit, I'm another lit cannonball

Fuck around and I'm going off and I'm getting throwed off

Yeah, I'm throwed off

Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh

Yeah, I'm going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off

Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh