of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight Rollin' with my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights Now pop one in your head, that's all she said It's time
My spirit is winging My soul is free I'm doing my drinking In good company The music's screaming My feet are flying Everybody's laughing And nobody
I feel like f**kin something too (it's your baby) [Verse 1:] Well I'm looking at my Jacob can't tell the time I got plenty stones in um ain't none of
be the good life right? Check this yo... [Verse 1: Blu] I got a call from my girl last week She telling me about that time of the month and how it may
around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces. Perhaps it amuses them to rub shit into the faces of the poor, But there'll come a time when such overt displays
Papa was a rolling stone But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone Only I know that I can do it alone Only I know that I can do it alone. August
so dope that I didn't wanna roll it So many houses, sometimes I forget I brought a yacht and a brand new lear jet I flew to Paris just for good meal
goin till the party's done You know I love women, but which ones gonna control me? 'Cuz I wanna be your one and only You know I love women, but which
) The casualties who did too many lines (The road) Wasted talent on women and wine I think of all the friends I've left behind Whenever it's time to
[Chorus] C'mon baby I'm a rolling stone I want to conversate I want to take you home And if you want to take up on and ride its on I want to shag baby
way he's changing . . . Oh, I remember that in the shower, the first time with the hamburger. Oh, that was good . . . But, I don't know, twelve years
feel like f**kin something too (it's your baby) [Verse 1:] Well I'm looking at my Jacob can't tell the time I got plenty stones in um ain't none of um