that rock 'n' roll Then in the U.S. music scene there was big changes made Due to circumstances beyond our control, such as payola The rock 'n' roll
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken, verbs throw up a stone Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock, 'n' roll
wit the talk, boy That Tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart, boy Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart, boy Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone, boy
man) we got them craps goin on, and that yack goin on soon as a nigga touch down, back from tourin its whatever, put that on the cheddar man but in the
niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw and I got that boy Kici in heah and that boy Poyo and these hoes heah and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea
tha beach I'll be rolling Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding Girls in the daisies, drive Eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rolling
Chi, King Jacob, Iceberg, Foundation, Storm, West Stone, Goobee Thug & Fister (Intro: Ali) Check it out, my name is Ali I roll with them Lunatics
You Never Met A Motherfucker Quite Like Me" Yep I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I been so high
the charm of a nickel as barm, then i sell you somethin that shoot straight in your arm, and get a plate from duct tape to wear the bait, some man
a true wrecker The label is nothin' but MC Black 'n' Decker Three boys buggin' to the A.M You step to the Serch and I slam Negative mind, paid as snakes
stay." But I cant I got to roll, my job is done Leave a rubber in your toilet full of cum I'm the K-I-S-S-B-A-N-D-I-T Fuckin niggaz bitches
Shoutout to Kamikaze cause we some Nigerians Shoutout to Lisa Rogers and the big-a-de big-a-de Buddha man Man, I'm as playa as it gets Shoutout to the
I gotta hunt'cha Shoutout to Kamikaze cause we some Nigerians Shoutout to Lisa Rogers and the big-a-de big-a-de Buddha man Man, I'm as playa as it gets
Gather roun' 'n hear my story Oh boy 'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town (Stompin' it off, stompin' it off) He heard a local pianist What joy
The Black ,The Short Lord from da booya clan Lyrically i'm stoned out warmly I'm washing tone with a spoon Anyway I dedicate this one to my man And ANA
looking at my Jacob can't tell the time I got plenty stones in um ain't none of um rine N I'm lookin in her face n I can smell she's mine Because she
boy, chill wit the talk boy That tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone
