the days roll hard and the nights move fast They say, be careful what you wish But having everything means nothing to me now What we had, is everything I miss Gotta
strong I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long drop roll barre, that what I want Im comin on down jammin I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin and you know
the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you
Analyse the style, go home and rewrite I know you wanna be down, I know you wanna be like me The Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge If you think that you can play me, nah, you
see You can be strong You can be cool You can know just what to do So when you feel like crying You can be strong You can be tough Gotta know you're
the window with a big cigar Says everything's for sale He had a house and a boat and a railroad car The owner's gotta go to jail He acquired these things
thirty or more in Christian Dior They gotta close the store and let me shop some more We go to Broadway plays in six white Rolls Royce Now that's what you
Dogg] You can smoke, you can roll You can move, you can groove You can drink, you can ride You can vibe with a pimp You can bounce, you can tip You can
it's an institution Know a lot of niggaz livin' off of prostitution Pimpin' ain't dead, it just moved to the web Bitch ain't gotta hit the track, ain't gotta
you gon' die in the very spot, that you thought you wasn't And you gon' look in the eyes of the man You thought you were better than T R I double L,
Stone. (Storm) You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm You want to jack him, but you won't got no luck with Storm My dirty run
women But somehow I always find myself in 'em I'm a hidden gem, a rolling stone I'm a one man band with a microphone Here to make you shake and move
big women But somehow I always find myself in 'em I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone I'm a one man band with a microphone Here to make you shake and move
gat? Niggas get wild when they hear botty-at, booty-at You bitches tryin' to pussy-pop Dealin' herb, slung tapes ten dollas a rock Ya gotta take what you need, take what you
} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank
that's what my crew is all about) it's time to roll let's see what's left to be had and you know the more you see the more you know you seem to
hostile or we can do this smooth T&T around, I can still make blow move This is what you call Ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it, come on, let's roll
where you rest Your life is based on stress So just relax, kid because my mack days are in the mist And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on