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water putting chandeliers and boats My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball My son's only 12, and he could buy the mall Call me Ghetto Bill,
in the wall (Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch Take a match and spark up a little bud and get blown away) Come on and take a little
] Before I had the hammer cocked A Santana rock Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam) Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill, Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill
shopping mall Me, I can't wait to get back out on the road And play some rock and roll The warm and comfortable feeling Of being a punk rock band Is
I need a post I can lean on without it falling a rock I can stand on without it rolling I need a road I can walk down without it turning A fire I can
My soldier's not having that I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat And make million dollar deals for Brat And pay some of the bills for Brat And
P-Mex in the place to be And I went to Bedrock University I hang with the poor, and steal from the rich I chill with the real and I won't never switch
what the mona lisa does to the frame Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are like rodeo I ain't kiddin', they jock my portfolio Played it wise, hit the studio Rock
you talk on next cells (what happens) When you talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo) When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and
the love We got the love, we got the love Roll down a simple road And rock with you till we get old We got the love Roll down a simple road And rock
with the rough road styles You heard the psychedelic and ya came from miles Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew So you could call me black and
enough and the crowds are good, but sometimes I'd rather be chopping wood or rolling rocks up a hill, but it's the only way I know to pay the bills. And
Stick together Till the war is won Me and you we gon fight together We gon fight forever till the war is won, won now You and me, friends and family, and
've known we rolled 15 deep Johnny Ric', Daddy X, Big Pak, and Loc Dog Boy, Bobby B and Lou Dog's fro On the road doin' shows with Munchey's clothes And
You didnt think me and El was comin like this Def Jux Motherfucker and we run this shit Got you all up on your keyboard stunnin and shit Oh you got a
we get the doe and roll a little harder So we smoke a hundred yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin? No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin' But we
madness Itemized phone bill overload Well now, how about some heavy rolling? Move these rocks on the road, on the road Rocks on the road Crumbs on the breakfast table And
