's only sixteen but it's plain to see She can pull the wool over little old me Your sister can't twist but she can rock and roll Your sister can't twist
don't be so frantic I'm just a hopeless romantic Don't try to fight the feeling of something that's organic You can't ignore it, so don't just stand before
this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones What's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas Roll like a
don't wanna fuck with me Girls leave - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop
don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop
blowin' like coal-train My boys' said give him a call, I gave him a dollar, he said are you a rapper? Kids have a seat and don't miss a beat and listen
democratic, Gotta get yourself a little something semi-automatic yeah... That's why I'm always gettin' stoned yeah That's why I'm out there havin' fun again Good puppy, good puppy Rolling
democratic, Gotta get yourself a little something semi-automatic yeahh That's why I'm always gettin' stoned yeah That's why I'm out there havin' fun again Good puppy, good puppy Rolling
all I got at your cash bar I say - this is where I saw you baby Dizzy - feeling like a crazy rolling stone you can call me Mr. Psycho all night long
veins And get some fame And maybe one day you'll be a star You know a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich And a legend aint nothin' but a car So go blow
deal and fuck all the fakes Fuck all fifty two states! Oooo, and fuck you [Chorus X 2] [Violent J] Fuck Oprah, fuck opera, fuck a soap opera Fuck a pop locker and a
and football toys She laughs without shame She likes the military and the Rolling Stones Her little brother has a T-shirt from Ramones She's shy and sensitive and doesn't
me when I'm gone. Sweet misunderstanding, won't you leave a poor boy alone, I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed in the belly of a rolling stone. Back
be this hood, Meyer Lansky Look what Lucky left me Gangster, effortlessly Poppa was a rolling stone-it's in my ancestry I'm in a whole 'nother league,
to see But everybody knows the Boss A rolling stone who gathers no moss But you'd probably call him a tramp But it goes a little deeper than that He's a
bless you''. A small cigar Has changed his world, my friend A small cigar Has changed the world again A small cigar, a small cigar, a small cigar, a