should thank me I make it look good to be this hood, Meyer Lansky Look what Lucky left me Gangster, effortlessly Poppa was a rolling stone-it's in my
to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry You froze in your sand shoal Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk
s selling them to make bail. He was rippin' off the people. Sellin' guns to the underground, livin' off the people. Skimmin' the top when there was no
to help the people, Lose their ass for a piece of ground. Rippin' off the people. Skimmin' the top when there was no one around. Tryin' to help the people. He was
them all, I seen her in the mall she was wearing home degarsole keyoke mose cherry cologne she was lookin very alone till this big weightlifting mister universe clone starts grabbing her own , she
my skanking give thanks and praise Me toil part-time at jah Cold Stone Creamery In a dub style! Roller skates...a DVD of Cool Runnings...Murder, She
hot in black Revolution running through her veins A radical from head to toe The only record that she ever played Was "just like a rolling stone" We
Wasn't Jean Genie a Rolling Stones hit? I'm about to be blown away. Come on, sing it Take me to the place where the sunshine flows Oh my sunset rodeo. Hot
day. Wasn't Jean Genie a Rolling Stones hit? I'm about to be blown away. Come on, sing it Take me to the place where the sunshine flows Oh my sunset rodeo. Hot
the stones and the chain, if I was you, i'd love me too, I roll like a boss, 9-11 po same colour as cranberry sauce, I aint gonna front, I was R-Kelly
saw the truth And one day I see you standin' at a token booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead
the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone
niggas, that we had on a payrole I play on niggas like stop and go And tell the other liquors that Don pop more And Venus told Mercury she a hot ho Me
And the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her leg If you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot still With miners that will
hell was earth that stale Stone chicken eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin
don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen When it came to grams it was 90 I fried
see the glow Head into the party life Step into my bedroom, I call it the red room 'Cause it gets hot hot hot hot I trust you gon' like it, see, why
up Bout to hop in some hot shit that ticker ticker! Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass The surveillance, from the he say she