the stove and its 90 outside I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed
's why I'm always gettin' stoned, yeah That's why I'm out there havin' fun again Good puppy, good puppy Rolling on over Mustapha, Mazeltov The Gaza Boys, All that holy stuff
critics, Ta' Kweli, Xzibit Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits One, two, three, four Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone tour (
your TV and see my ass again You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (YOU PUSSY!) [Chorus
you're getting hot. Phyllis: Oh, am I hot! I'm so hot! Hhh . . . I'm so hot from this hamburger, oh . . . FZ: Get hot! Phyllis: I'm so hot! FZ: Under
Barettas and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana Rolling
, no, I see that, what for? Money, that and I wanna get some steady bitches and hoes And some candy for my nerves Some diamond stones, to roll with my
want they cut. [Chorus 2x] [Big Pun:] I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana Rolling
On you (Smile in my face, behind my back they talk trash) On you (Mad and stuff because they don't have cash) On you (When I roll and stroll [unverified
and Amarettas Butter leathers and mad cheddar I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champagne Rolling
' kwe'(? ? ) xzibit Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits [all] one, two, three, four [t.k] rock the whole world like the rolling stone tour
for? [Meatwad] Money - if you got it umm I wanna get some steady bitches and hoes And some candy for my nose Some diamond stones, to roll with my chrome
' Kwe'(??) Xzibit Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits [all] One, two, three, four [T.K] Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone tour
I'm like cement, I rock when I step Kill music with no hands and leave with no weed stuff Like my bitches better when they wore Reebok's See hot, let
my Benz, and I'm here, nigga Don't you ride with me, you have to learn it Close the curtain, nigga, we searchin Search for the blunts and stone, I'm certain
on your TV and see my ass again You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on your own Fuck THE SOURCE, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (YOU PUSSY!) [