to dress with class I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill Both my parents got killed and I ain't cried still All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama
) We gangstafied Wasn't never no mama I wanna sing It was mamma I wanna slang So I can show off my gold chain, gold ring Roll through the hood on them
you in the morn, hold you through the night My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the
under pressure, I can't run plays like this My mama always said that there'll be days like this I'm all alone by the phone, in a zone, face is stone
' roll like skates Daddy wanna stay but daddy gotta go Daddy can't hang 'cause daddy gotta show Poppa was a rollin' stone Daddy used to hold iron so I roll
It's all about that knot in ya I'm alone, I roll with 6 niggas with stones Every hour tap my phone with embezzlement stones Get a loan from the stocks
retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers. Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy. Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes me
home If you really want to tear up your mind If you really want to get yourself blind Might as well get juiced Might as well get juiced Hey mama What's this crazy
slam my Mercedes door again! Now, it all started with my father I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my mama I'm a rolling stone
(feat. Tego Calderon) [Sen Dog] Don't be like, uh, a Cubano Be like ? stoned marijuano Esta capitan pingolete Swing is here with the force of a machete
I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers. Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy. Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes
Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers, Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy, Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that
wing Back when I was daddy's little girl He brought me up on the Rolling Stones Thrown into the flame, thrown into the world That's when I learned how to rock n'roll
you throw it in his face Mama then he gone spend some more She ain't never had a job She ain't ever worked before But her ass crazy fat And she know how
rest his soul, lost him at 36 years old I miss my boy and how we use to roll, life is good but sometimes it's cold Same old story written in stone, we
roll browns so I'll never come down My folks they grow pounds and I'll smoke your whole town [Chorus: UnDeRaTeD] I gotta problem getting high Rollin
me, bitch [Chorus] [50 Cent] And all the bitches say My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones
home I just hope you aint 5150 Thats a crazy hoe even though she pretty Ice Cube only one el loco With the volco put your ass in a chold hold Stone cold