part [Rick Ross] I'm incline with women who come on they time She came over and she came a few times From crispy futons to Christian Louboutin Game over
saying goodbye So All my people on the left, all my people on the right Swing one last time Fifty cent! Come on! 50 Cent: Bounce now Hands up You know
follow on up we gone come down Benz and bladed up truck all that shit, all that shit is good and everything I have gotta be wood all over, even in a Range
my Moschino I dont wear no 501's 1000 dollar jeans flow Its funny I'm gucci man all the slates gone I'm winning cause Ricky made my mistakes known Its
no tears for fanatics So damn it If times is hard Time is god Understand it Never took time for granted Its all right ma As child of the sixties All
Register, One Way Or The Other I Can Promise You This, Juggalo Or Not Our Fuckin' Record's The Shit, And I Don't Give A Fuck What Rolling Stone Ends
on my mind Invading my privacy its just a wheeze an you push me to use my nine Now he's gone an dead an I got the feds to the rolling know my back Nowhere
the people, with an anchorman ego Sex panther cologne in a speedo Coming live from Everyday I have to Its kamikaze blowing up cities you can't come back to Through all
behind, follow on up we gone come down Benz and bladed up truck all that shit, all that shit is good and everything I have gotta be wood all over, even
were all on time for work that day we all boarded that plane for to fly and then while the fires were raging we all climbed up on the windowsill and
go, here you go, its all for you That's how we rock, its all for you, that's how we roll, its all for you, we gave it all so he could take control come
come to make it happen Over the bother some bitches who wanna jack it up Track it up, pick it up, you better stick it up Dope shit all over the table
Falklanders, Those very same people who over a year ago She was prepared to abandon without a thought. And now, for all her empty talk, They are forced
eighty seconds away from the towers Them cowards fucked wit the wrong building They meant To hit ours better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers There's nothin' spookier Ya now
a teardrop rolling down your cheek Familiar with your sadness It's enough to make me weep Now I am a rolling stone I feel like an accident Right now
'cause all your shits wack (Doo doo is doo doo) When its weighed out like that Burnin up your brain like a piston So all those that didn't listen Now
house and I rolled em up. Sat on my couch, drank a beer, and got stoned. Called this bitch on the phone that I really wanna bone. Now I'm all blown
us out We was broke with no money getting kicked out our house But now we both all right payin off home loans Livin life so nice smokin the home grown Roll
