, fuck! You'd be a calm motherfucker if you add that up Can you back that up? Yeah but what for? I got a big brick house with two gold doors Was born
don't like small cars or real big women But somehow I always find myself in 'em I'm a hidden gem, a rolling stone I'm a one man band with a microphone
I don't like small cars or real big women But somehow I always find myself in 'em I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone I'm a one man band with a microphone
Well well well well And I be catchin' them northern pike Like on a ten pound test Success, never fess, take a guess I be the early mornin' stoned
heaven, is this hell I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser A born hustler my uncle's a drug user I
Like sand, Driving away from this town, Scattering. Dissatisfaction -shame!- The result of a wrong taxonomy Who's to blame? Me...no! Try again. Like a stone, Rolling
run break a king down, sniff away the things i've done smoke a zip, a two a day boi my memorys done remember niggas injuries from the squeeze of a
my Education Said to me he must be killed sticks And stones break him off touch his Ash No more hate puddles covered with Glass the aborted birth from a Burning Bowel in a
's pick of a beast' Prone to a lick of a waste Taste the flav' of the original Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll
on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a baby's born
a tumbleweed In the belly of a rolling stone Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah Back on the road again I had a little woman in Memphis She wanted to be
, warriors Now I was born in the seventies When [unverified] still fist fought Wasn't no such thing as Tupac Daddy was a rolling stone Momma was a cordless
There once was a blue-gray wolf Whom destiny ordained warrior king of the world Born to the saddle- blacksmith- tyrant to be In the great valley of Gurvan
we be rockin' right; in the year of the Troglodyte Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm And I know
Well, I was born too late to be a Rolling Stone I don't know Jerry Lee, I never met John and Yoko Standin' with a strat, I'm rock n' roll's bastard son
she and she, she'll roll right outta me She says roll me up and down this highway, baby She was born to ride high like a rolling stone, oh yeah She wants it a
Won't nobody know where I'm at" ..(gone) Across the map No contact leave the phone Rollin stone, and RARELY be at home I got a plan to get away Hustlin' a
never rock my stone In ya zone I?m unbreakable Able to resist over the stage in time A newer age and still I'm in a rage of dilemma Minds eye spray gamma