the tunnel and I remember Australian sun I was eight years old You were Marilyn Monroe oh, gotta Take it oh, yeah take it on playing backyard Blues, black
ve been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I been so high I've gotten confused I been beat down, broke and used
've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I've been so high I've gotten confused I been beat down, broke and
devil's trying to get me to sell my soul He trying to temp me with the bitches and money Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me Than save me and my
years for 2 rocks My block be crazy, my homey pushing daisies Never had a chance to see his unborn baby Ain't that sad black rolling in the Cadillac
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
dick I threw Hit the pussy so hard turned her ass black and blue Add another to my collection, her nigga was weak Tryin to fall in love sucka with a stone
Busta I got you Aiyo we do great study on fossils and stones like archaeologists Gemologists, collect the most priceless ices anonymous Canary stones yellow like a pumpkin Dunkin' Donut precious size stones
ju-ju Stone rolled his eyes and he cast a spell Tell me who do you love (3x), tell me yeah The light was black and the night was blue And down the alley
his shoes It's life in the county and the county gives plenty blues One point for the black guys, they rolled him up Swelled and belled and left him with two black
became our island and it was just you and I Our troubles would slip away when we said Stop what you're doing and love me now I'm making my move come on and
F one O four get down 'Cause you know and I know it's a private thing At twice the speed of sound blue goes to black You're spinning flat like a skipping stone
I Don't Much Wear Em Lil Boosie Webbie And Phat Oh Yeah This Shit Right Here Gone Jam I Got Tha Black One The Grey Ones Da White And Blue Ones Too I Like
Watch me flippa, flippa, treat em' like a doubie Roll it and spin it fast, just like a Oozie Ain't gone let it blues me, let nothin' get to me Come back hard and
attention to our pimpin Flict, Nino, and the Juice We tear the club up thugs and bitches [Kilo] Bone solid! 'cause papa was a rolling stone Gotta get em on and
upon the earth and singing truth in rhyme (Come on) If I was a rolling stone I'd roll until I'm through (Come on) And if I was a garden I would bloom in black
must fiend The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, jigged up Stay in the cut like WHAT, layin in the Bentleys stoned, flossed on, me and Capone Picasso, Mardi Gras
ho's in Worthin, Sterlin, and Yates and when I pick'em up, nigga I'm gonna take'em to the room Nigga I'm gonna be the witch and you can ride my broom