damned if you overthrow Virginia's Caesar Spend a day, sin a way, walk with me Hug corners in the hood like a ghetto renegade switch Spend a way, rolls
make sho my dough multiply Eight-fifty navy blue, kill like a Laker do Twenty inch chrome shit, who must I say to you Watch what your lady do we stoned
, I need you, baby Need you now I don't care, what mama don't like Give it to me anyhow Gimme, gimme my thing What you got, what I need What you need, what
one soul has stirred from the stone fortress where the rich people live no one came and no one went fear can do many strange things and even though water
to roam" Oh, baby oh we oh oh Ooh, la la that rock 'n' roll Ya, hear me oh we oh oh Ooh, la la that rock 'n' roll Then in the U.S. music scene there
day that I die Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can
Why ya gotta watch when I let it feed? Better look into the mirror For the face you hide away, everyday But I don't give a fuck I let it roll, I smoke
't nuttin' changed, hit the stage Set a date, sucker, in battle we can engage I'll slice you, wife you, marry you, divorce you Throw the Porsche at you is what I'm forced to do
the mountain the moon begins it's climb And he wakes to find, he's in rolling farmland The farmer sleeps against his wife He wonders what their life
So I let others shit you on dead, burial Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you Talking what I give but never speak on what I do for you
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when he came across a young man who was likewise peddelin' pot and the devil slid down the beach to the kid and said "boy lemme tell you what" i guess
God smells good Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah What if God smoked cannabis Hit the bong like some of us Drove a tidy micro-bus And He subscribes to Rolling Stone
because it gets me pumped to get a 40 'Cause they love it when me pissy drunk Yeah, my bitches be trippin' to see the film of my brew, shit See what I'm a do
tell me what it is you see in me Could you tell me what you see? What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit And call his shit original? What's worse