I wanna roll like a rolling stone I wanna go when I get the call hey I wanna be wild and free Well I wanna be wild and free... [ dobro ] I wanna live while I
see you gotta go- I got no time for that in the row row- No, no, no Mary jane is who I dreaming of The one I adore And the one I love The beautiful
Ninjitsu I sling raps for hand claps and toe taps, I'm bound, silly creep I leave a rapper with a single bound Yes, I rips up the West, I'm the best, I
kick, it's just a warning Cos I could I go for mayor, to 'peer like ? ? ? ? I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like it's a tumor I roll with
When I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase Now, before I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo You won't
what am I, an animal? 'Cuz I bagged your's too One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly I'm the goat, what I wrote 'cuz fire and smoke Think I
pool [redman] Yo what am i, an animal? [ll] 'cause I bagged your's too One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly I'm the g.o.a.t., what I wrote
up off me I ain't letting go of the block and if I get a good enough grip I ain't lettin go of the lock If I happen to pinched I ain't goin to shock I
it not me, am I not culled into your clutch? The words you spoke I know too much We're closer now and said enough Is it not me, am I not rolled into
I spin my wheels Running on empty -- You know how that feels I'm on a roll now -- Or is it a slide? Can't be too careful With that dangerous pride If I
, ferocious emotional osmosis I skip like the stone when I lake over a break I rip microphones and I take over the fake crews I wish I could sing like Smokey do But I
rolling stone Wild wild the obvious child Wild tone wild eyes have miles No brown bag today see I'm ice dogging it Catch the Cool-Aid kid I'm all hogging
I see they're fake A preacher's son about the paper like I'm Creflo Dollar I pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica
Kong I ping-pong souls, And I rolls bustahz like weed and beat'em till they bleed, And bake'em like a pumpkin seed, I feed off instincts the suicidial
up off me I ain't letting go of the block and if I get a good enough grip I ain't lettin go of the lock If I happen to pinched I ain't goin to shock
which I've hoped and I've prayed and I've planned. Stop the clock's advance! I need a second chance, I need that second's glance
bowl got packed Drop X so you can have good sex, what, no I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank I got the fat sack all day I'm on it Who are we? America
King" (Dig 'I'm) By order Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote (Dig I'm) Y' wanna dig I'm A rompin' ditty 'bout the Porter (Dig I'm) Y' gonna dig