at all the pigs they can't hold me down Riot gear on, they fiendin' to get clowned Watch as I throw my weight, they hesitate While I'm circulatin' the
as can be, stone cold Stone cold, baby, stone cold, baby Stone cold, baby (As cold as can be) Stone cold, baby, stone cold, baby Stone cold, baby (As
These motherfuckers are thinkin', I'm playin' Thinkin I'm sayin' this shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin' it Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot you I
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
purse Still crunk Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk I been known to hold my own I been known to ride on chrome I been known to
dive in it first They want to spit on my name and tarnish my image I tell them dude you I don't care who she speaking with 'Cause I already know she
on my arm when I come through bladed all popped up we gone come on down all these hoes niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click all that hatin shit,
It's going down, Bun B baby Big Tuck baby, you know what time it is The Texas take over, know I'm tal'n bout Ay yo Tuck, time to show these boys how
extra I drop the top so I can show the stones I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones I'm popping shit on my mobile phone I never slip 'cause I keep the
all that How do you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll) Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface
You can find me with my enemy coppin' his blunt When I'm finished niggas ask which block do I want My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt
stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin' and my hands is
on ya Canary yellow stones couple rings its official I aint playin, I?m just naming some things I can get you I change when I'm with you All I want
long and whining road Even though time keeps a changin Ima bring it all back home I been told i spit lyrics wit politics Why wouldnt i? Says negro on my
isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin
[guitar solo intro] You all want this party started? Right? You all want this party started ... quickly! Right? Play that beat. Play that beat. (Bang
if supply low demand is high I sell it for high as I can I take the jingle But I'm for the counting mother fucking four All sales are final Ain't no
is classic, fantastic, I'm blasted I've been growing and blowing, niggaz wonder how I lasted Well, like Jesus I fasted, for 40 days and 40 nights I got it all mastered Now I