sex, drugs and rock ?n? roll A soul sensation that you can't control And you can see I practice what I preach I'm your rock ?n? roll Jesus, yes, I am
a thug Hennessey and weed be a ball with desert These shirts and khakis is how we work Hypnotized by change after fortune and fame I roll 20's and thangs, Rolex and
movies and the music taught me how to do it And how to build a crew, and how to get it moving Supply and demand came and held my hand Should've seen me
, ten Eo,eo, eo, eo, al ja vam nisam bas za to Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, Pazite srce, pluca, holesterol No sex, no drugs no rock and roll Planine, mora,
has come You're gonna be a rock'n'roll star Armed with hate Your weapon is a loaded guitar Say that you believe in sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll It
' noise) pick that up, or lift that up Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con artists And convicts, killers and dons Drug dealers, playas and pimps, smooth talkers Stick up kids, thugs, real niggas and
lines to rock the heads, waterbeds citys and towns Bringin strength to the masses that be holdin it down the underground! to upper echelon and beyond Xzibit rock and roll
God wrote all my dopest rhymes Especially the ones about dealing drugs and rolling with my thugs Jesus H Muthafuckin boom boom Christ I been doin dis fo money and fo sex
the devil's army, they want to harm me Salute to the Gulliani, crack babies, and zombies Parkin' lots and drug spots, in the pots are coke rocks A million
at? Rather attack and not react Back to beats it don't reflect On how many records get sold On sex drugs and rock 'n roll Whether your projects' put
records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock and roll Whether your project's put on hold in the real world These just people with ideas they just like me and you When the smoke and
finish a poem Pound for pound the best around No way you can get up when I get down I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none And beat a nigga
violence and shoot out beef Still we are professing to be on a roll Public cause this party going on the road And if you crave sex, drugs and rock ?n? roll
fuckin drug addicts, ha ha! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Gotta do it - Kurt Cobain! [Proof] Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll Gave a little X, and I
drug addicts, ha ha! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Gotta do it - Kurt Cobain! [Proof] Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll Gave a little X, and I got
a hoe's throat I took her gold, her pussy, and a mink coat What's on my mind is a motherfucking tragedy Two honeys to two fifty cads roll these What
the stars Well, rou can have it all, get the dream house with the car You and your girls, day spa, getting foot massages Lot of rock n roll, sex and the drugs
next cells (what happens) When you talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo) When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs