(S.Smyth, G.Thorpe & B.Oconner) Roll the stone that held down your soul for so long The head games they played on your mind like a song Take a chance,
beach I'll be rolling Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding Girls in the daisies, drive Eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rolling down
the baseline, to provide rhyme Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle Where you find that monster? She beautiful Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Roll on the set Kick a hole
the wrong hood They filled up wit holes, motherfucker I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled
hood, they get filled up wit holes motherfucker I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled
There's no humor in it, no more you know I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better
Fishin' Hole, I can't think of a better way to pass the time o' day. We'll have no need to call the roll when we get to The Fishin' Hole, There'
s pitch black Take a chance when the faces all talk to me Or when they callin me Can't breathe and I can't move like a heart attack Hung ova, stoned sober
fall down, I'm a little man Oh, let my pride fall down, I'm a little man Oh, let my pride fall down, I'm a little man Oh, let my pride fall down, I'm
buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name, if it aint about the flow, its about the stones and the chain, if I was you, i'd love me too, I roll like
I don't care. Don: And this children's belt with the little holes in it. Look at those pants! Phyllis: Ooh, but what has this . . . do with the holes!
In a word, your flight will be smooth I am your driver, it's your lucky day We be gone Together we move , together we move Apart from black holes , body rolls
gonna hold this down Fuck That, true criminal F-F gonna hold this down Fuck That, true crimina F-F gonna hold this down Fuck That, true criminal F-F gonna hold this down
' roll like skates Daddy wanna stay but daddy gotta go Daddy can't hang 'cause daddy gotta show Poppa was a rollin' stone Daddy used to hold iron so I roll
rhyme Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cubicle Where you find that monster, she beautiful Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit, roll on the check Kick a hole
bassline 2 for 5 rhyme Pharmacuticals hard as nails to the cuticles Where you find that monster she beautiful Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit roll on the set Kick a hole
booked I've got no time for church That's for those poor souls, dry as a stone God bless this child 'cause this child's got his own. Oh, let my pride fall down
wanna call it There ain't nothing real there at all (And I don't feel whole...) Yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul, yer rolling stone got no soul Yer