I like the way you think my man I pack 20 motherfuckers in the Astro van We bash and crib about 12:30, dirty Nigga, be ready to roll, I know you heard
niggas is worthless in the money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops,
while the DJ known as Evil cuts You wanna know what's happenin what? The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control Look in my face as my eyeballs roll
audience with napalm Or something just as hot, I'll bust a rhyme, why not? Rap hittin' so hard,you'll think you shot I'll take a show and abduct it, stone
an' let your ass sweat 'Cos I rap on game, you think I'm weak in a freestyle? Well, 911 you should dial Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib Think
set the record straight for me 'Member me? Silver bullet, hard top, mentally They think I'm out of shape so I have to jog they memory Think with indelible
Drops (Malice verse 4) And the boy got swagger Pop's is a Rolling STone I'm Mick Jagger Don't wanna pick up the chrome but might hafta Anyone think
, is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin' I'm not in touch with that mask 'n glove Don't let the Reverend hold your casket 'cuz We think you thinkin
Click, flashblade in ghetto night, Rudie's looking for a fight Rat cat alley roll them bones, need that cash to feed that Jones And the politicians throwing stones
to roam" Oh, baby oh we oh oh Ooh, la la that rock 'n' roll Ya, hear me oh we oh oh Ooh, la la that rock 'n' roll Then in the U.S. music scene there
and said "Son, Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home (And when he died) All he left us was a loan Papa was a rolling stone,
arc of a love affair Rainbows in the high desert air Mountain passes slipping into stones Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Hearts and bones Thinking
I was reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fifty four And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on
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
the Rolling Stone Talking about how hard life can be I'd like to see them spend the week Livin' life out on the street I don't think they would survive
' divorced The black suit at the funeral home And my birthday suit when I'm home alone Talkin' on the phone got an interview with the rolling stone They
fly that girls a flying saucer My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life And she said the love of picture just roll the dice [Chorus] You think
m a connoisseur of sorts now your stuff smells ok but this could tranquilize a horse i'll bet a million in cash against your stash coz i think mine