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on the vine 
There's wine in this dirt 
Here love ain't love 
It's just another four letter word 

God let these wheels roll 
To where the girls are
you
Nobody's like you
They're all out without you havin' fun
Where'd you go

I got a rock and roll band
I got a rock and roll life
I got a rock
rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul

And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up
you
Nobody's like you
They're all out without you havin' fun
Where'd you go

I got a rock and roll band
I got a rock and roll life
I got a rock
just like a dream (rikky rock'n' roller)

What a dream (rock'n' roller
To be what you are
A rock'n' roll star
To make such a lot of money
Would be
said let it rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul

And the big wheel keep on turning
said let it rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul

And the big wheel keep on turning
rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my
Soul

And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning
this five year bender
Take me to my city by the bay

I never knew all that I had,
Now Alcatraz don't sound so bad
At least they have a hella fine
this five year bender
Take me to my city by the bay

I never knew all that I had,
Now Alcatraz don't sound so bad
At least they have a hella fine
round the neighbourhood - ROLL WIT' US
Say they ROLL WIT' US, I said they ROLL WIT' US

In the city it was about wreck
Where I stay the 'fluence is
[Verse 1]
Knight Lord Radio, held back by the Bay Bridge faded,
Trying to find Smiley's house, thank G-d we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats,
the chronic and the potion
>From the ocean to the city to the valley to the bay
Niggas on the mission for the cabbage every day
Cutthroats, gunsmoke, dope
ain't no love 
Ain't no love in this game 

I used to hustle street corners back in 1986 
Slangin Yayo by the dub, me and E-Bay in the mix 
Only
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee
Custom made
' All City 'n shit!
Word up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!
Rip that Brooklyn shit nigga!

[J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]
What? What? What? What? What? What?
My fleet
to walk wit facco 'cause she walks just like a model
My life is like a love letter find it in the bottle
Your baby bubba
I hit the streets just like its
arenas, niggas

You make me want to holler, throw up both my dubs
And roll these niggas up, I got to beat em
When I see me, t-roller cut off his scrotum
rolls a gold Cherokee nothin' like a Seville
And when you look up inside you see a nigga that's real
So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!

Back in the day, we used to respect why'all niggas
We used to be down with why'all niggas
Sleep

Roll into the city with one half of the cannibals.
New joint bumpin' out the whip speakers
Made the escape for a night of makin' tapes now it's
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got 
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus" 
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic