, next phase, begin Look who's got you goin' crazy again I'm a trend, I set one every time I'm in I go out and just come back full circle again You a
too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone
is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I’mlike Patty LaBelle, homie, I’mon my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I’ma rolling stone Cross my
Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team they depend on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like it
he was a rolling stone; The only one I've known. Just like that... He walked into my house As smug as a cat He was handsome and smart Walked away
:] Packin' his bags Gotta go gotta go Packin his bags Gotta go He's a Samsonite man Maybe he is just a rolling stone Wondering from here to there Searching for a
stand my ground found solid stance Never take a step back move forward Remember this skyscraper ya building blocks Will trickle down like sands of time So roll
the meter [Chorus] [Baby Bash] I was gone for a minute but now I'm home Please forgive me for being a rolling stone Please forgive me let me polish it up like
Intro (Big boi) Slowly as sir luscious step up like a q-dawg A-town's up, deuces down it's the new call And you can dial 1-888-cut-something I'm your
said that for a small donation My lost soul would be saved I said I don't think so preacher I'll come back another day All I want, is to be a Rolling Stone
from the only thing I've ever known Like a blind dog without a bone I was a gypsy lost in the twilight zone I hijacked a rainbow and crashed into a pot
Baby I'm anticipating Baby I am masturbating Baby I am suffocating Like a rolling stone and just like honey A superstar without making money A femme fatale a little weed A
you You better get get get away get away darling 'Cause everything you heard is true Your poor little heart will end up alone 'Cause lord knows I'm a rolling stone
a gun in ya eyebrow No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin
could write so profound The words he spoke were blown in the wind Pick up my air guitar and write like him Awwww Bob Dylan I live my life like a Rolling Stone
the break of dawn Excuse me every six minutes Everlast you're on, and they go on and on Like a rolling stone, baby anywhere I lay my hat is my home
my way back to the place I know that's meant for me to find my way back Find my way back home One mile left It lasts a lifetime Like a promise kept
a painful stone cold chest Reach into the valley of the shadow of success Over the cold shoulder I can't breathe deep or roll away the stone Sweet Jesus