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Like a rolling stone
A like a rolling stone
Like the FBI and the CIA
And the BBC, BB King
And Doris Day
Matt Busby
Dig it, dig it, dig it
Dig
Like a rolling stone
A like a rolling stone
Like the FBI and the CIA
And the BBC, BB King
And Doris Day
Matt Busby
Dig it, dig it, dig it
Dig it, dig
whey mi ready to trod, can't tired

BB: I don't know what them have 
Like magnet to steel 
So dem have man a drag

RR: That's why a nuff we have,
and take a picture with me
Be a fashion trender kinda guy
Girl, show your belly button diamond tonight
We'll make them roll the red carpet out
When it's
fraud now you barred
For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
I'm the true Fist of the North Star!

Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
Well Martin's dream
Has become Rodney's worst
Nightmare
Can't walk the streets
To them we are fair game
Our lives don't mean a thing
Like
with nothin' to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove
Martin Luther B.B. King
You had a dream and you make us swing
Doctor Winston J.F.K.
You had a dream but they blew you away 

Americana panorama
the land

I'm a sun king, baby
With you, I'll share my throne
A sun king, honey
I can't make it on my own, no

Hey, look out, little missy's about
By the skeleton of nature
We gauge it's time to go
The past score of my life
We dodge the storm
We trace our path down ninety five
And merge
hands
To make the reconcile
don't make the one
Worship the king

We were made for this hour
We're getting stronger
By his power
Praise and worship
to the sky
Oh, it’s a fabulous day

If I’m back
It’s walk and talk
Oh, oh, oh
It’s good to be king
It’s good to be king

By the way,
The carriage is
like B.B. king on guitar
I'm the true fist of the north star!

Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive
Guns be clickin' runnin
the land

I'm a sun king, baby
With you, I'll share my throne
A sun king, honey
I can't make it on my own, no

Hey, look out, little missy's about
the world outside, where the writin's on the wall 
Still she lets me know, we just can't let go, and she takes my heart away 

When she tells me I want it
Well Martin's dream has become Rodney's worst nightmare. 
Can't walk the streets, to them we are fair game, 
Our lives don't mean a thing. 

Like
a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this quarter like calone, by that nigga pervis ? ? ?
Ain't no limits to these hits that I make
The ice cream man, the king pin
If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill

If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill
Get put
great big shoes? (tell me)

BB 'n Albert, and Freddie their the King
They ruled the world by bending those guitar strings
Johnnie 'n Lightnin,
the day the For Sale sign arrived on the lawn
Two weeks later and we were gone
Everyone falls through time and the funnel it makes
But I'm staying here
playin' shy but you can't lie boy don't deny your feelings. (Uh)
Down south we get it poppin I'll show you how we rock it. It's on and ain't no stoppin'
about now, its all mine

Yo, check it, check it
It seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po'ly
Surrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothing fo' me
I
by the beach, got bank roll
Got a bitch who got booty-cheeks, good neck though
Hold up, hol' up, hol' up, this game we play, you can't control us
Hol'
[Chorus]
But I'm the king 
I'm the king of groove 
Yes I'm the king 
I'm the king of groove 
He's the king of groove (I can't lose) 
(Summon the royal
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,