Lyrics:
night I went out drinking
When I came home I gave her a beating
So she ? the rolling pin and went to work on my head
Until she bash it in
I lie cold
night I went out drinking
When I came home I gave her a beating
So she ? the rolling pin and went to work on my head
Until she bash it in
I lie cold
on a far away shore
Out on the briny
With the moon big and shiny
Melting your heart of stone
Honey I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's
phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire it
phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire it
We're born to be, bitch!
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'm a Rolling Stone would ya roll along?
I'm a Rolling Stone
an angel puttin' up with this guy
She laughed and said play me some Rolling Stones
I couldn't let that chance go by
Yeah I sang her "You Can't Always Get
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
(Future nostalgia)
Can't be a Rolling Stone if you live in a glass house
You keep on talking that talk, one day you're gonna blast out
You can't be
(Future nostalgia)
I know you ain't used to a female alpha (no way, no way)
(Future nostalgia)
Can't be a Rolling Stone if you live in a glass house
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
Turned up so much, now I just can't turn off
Don't call me back since you can't answer when I call ya
Daddy was a rolling stone, I get it from my father
album (what?)
Revival flopped, came back and I scared the crap out 'em
But Rolling Stone stars, I get two and a half outta
Five, and I'll laugh out
head all day long
What's ya game?
I'll play along
Lonely stoner stoney stoned
Higher than the o zone
Rolling Stones Rolling Stones Rolling Stones
calls himself "wicked"
No rest, no peace, no sleep
Doughboy rolling down the hill cause it's so steep
Jackson, lemme figure out the name
Jack cause
we bump, dedicate slow jams on the radio,
Know ya happy I can feel ya passion looking out foe ya just like daddy,
Come on, sun shine turn
keys in the ig-nition
Start the rolling gap, scrap, befoere I calp
Bang out like a western
Found out where you live at
Pay ya spot a visit
teachers (ya heard!), Mr. K
All of the artists my fellow artist in the game that hold me down and help me out
Talib Kweli, (Mike Sanders), The Roots shout
an angel
That could slow down this heart of a rolling stone
Yeah, I've made mistakes
Done everything under the sun that a man can do
Ah, but she still
The Phoenix
The Phoenix
Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you'
I'd blow
On eleven karat pink stones trillion row
I want to be the reason why you showing ya teeth
Without a worry in the world when you rolling with
an uzi
Pistols on your album cover just like BDP
To the hardest artists out there
Pistols on your album cover
Boogie Down Productions
I remember I put
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
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