million miles from home The only road I know leads out of town 'Cause I was raised on rock My dad was howling but my heart was a rolling stone Yeah,
get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned Everybody must get stoned
G4 plane, or the Rover Snatching this money, like a soldier's supposed to Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling Feeling like Tina, big wheels keep rolling
, bricks and spliffs All-wheel automobiles, traction control For clay roads, rollin' with dough, kickin' game On the cell with bitches on hold, that's how we roll
and roll to please your soul Rock and roll to please your soul Rock and roll to please your soul (more sexy) Rock and roll. To PLEASE YOUR SOUL sallysally
of y'all misses See I know how to control my hennessy I speak no Ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans See 'cause poppa was a rolling stone He said
Looking for my self control In a world that got no soul When will I come home? Some say, "I'm a rolling stone" Wearing someone else's clothes When will
control my fetty (what?) Don't be cold and sweaty (what?) The game so deep, you gotta know who really wit' ya Or who out to get ya You got to be that
peckerwood rockin' Put down your glock Or your block, I'll be knockin' And dead off your shoulders Head will roll Peckerwood P Funk assassin of soul Is in control
it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on
look at me I master eternity Gonna make you scream out loud Get the fuck off of my cloud Alright, I'm in complete control Now heads are gonna roll I
, I'm out of control Give me a joint to hold and learn asshole Lights, camera, action where's a L, roll 'em That's a roll 'em, I'll go solo, Squats a
?" Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire 17 inch momos black magic on his tires Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones And
Screw Big Moe don stepped in Big Moe don stepped in I done knocked out twins I done knocked out twins Moe yo comin' down I'm trowed Ballin' outta control
we dare not touch the stone One cannot break the magic from the mould Nor know the fate of dice that haven't rolled Stack your unmatched driftwood upon
'n roll, goodbye minimum wage I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic control Makin' rhymes with the letters in my cereal bowl Lucky number seven, every dice I roll
swoll up By the mic controller, clip reloader Frozen exposure, condos of a composer Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out
'm doin' my thang But everybody out in Cali don't gangbang You better open up them mic's and get out my face Give me some space, better break out them