sure why not, he can imitate anything trust me this young boy hot Shook his hand then I bounced in the limo Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then rolled down
B.G.F. and when we the kind to roam Roll through ya hood and we shine the stones Blind every dime in the zone Shit on every line in the poem And drop
See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off Yeah.. yeah.. I just wan't y'all niggaz to smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes Universal
all the Devils, I drop science like metal Black as Othello, heat up a mic like a kettle The kid says, "Settle down.. down.. down" I'm supernatural, factual
song, and I want y'all to sang alooooooong Sang aloooooooooong.. See this is the way that we walk on a sunny, day when it's rainin inside and you're, all alooooooooone All
Confiscatin' all the dealer's land, the patch-of-ground people. Yay, yeah. And then a new Rolls Royce and a company car they were racin' down the street
air. The vigilante people. Takin' law into their own hands. Conscientious people. Crackin' down on the druglord's land. Government people. Confiscatin' all the dealer's land. Patch-of-ground people. Down
road, now they call you a star overnight Overnight, overnight, oh no no CHORUS: Gave it all, for it seemed like ages Lived the life of a rolling stone
learn how to make ya face stay stone [Chorus] Why you comin at me like that, is it cause I came up you mad, cause ya see me with all this cash (Keep
: Women wearing dresses in the rain Stones line these narrow walkways And black cars still waiting at the gates Peacefully displayed Flowers perched
all my homies with the eight tray wigs (ride on) And all the playas in the '79 Coupes (ride on) For all of my gang affiliates in tha hoppin' '68 This
hot with fever An' you shake down to your bones, Don't get yourself into a cold sweat 'Cos it's just your bad blood throwing stones The devil has got
bread High energy, all my niggaz a kin to me Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me Nikes with the low
doin' fine they were standin' in line it was excellent weed indeed when he came across a young man who was likewise peddelin' pot and the devil slid down
Top of line in my Benz, should I let 'em spin on all of y'all? Should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters? Everything we write, I swear, it's all original
motherfucker Yo, move the fuck out kid, we gonna tear this shit up Hit that breakdown, homie Look at all the pigs they can't hold me down Riot gear on
blunt down Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down And listen up now Ya?ll
you slam my Mercedes door again Now, it all started with my father I must've got my pimpin' genes from him, the way he left my momma I'm a rolling stone