and his eyeball-caves, they widened in amazement, and his jaw (which was a cliff), well it dropped thirty feet! A bunch of dust puffed out! Rocks and
The beer kept callin me The buscuy started to roll I?m rollin but I?m under control And if I get out of control you betta slow me down E and my homie
m still hearin those sirens I'm still gettin chased by those lights Only the light's mine and my mic's on And my time is none because I'm writin more And
roll they call him the human jukebox he's healing hearts with his soul. they are karaoke kings for the evening its the only real show in town and if
high If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit
rock and rolled, Joe Turner's voice was very low B.B. King wailed Charlie Parker cried Louis Jordan smiled Ray Charles moaned, Chuck Berry rock and rolled
plucked And dragged away and thrown away And then 1 day it turns to clay It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way And there it lays until the
still hearin those sirens I'm still gettin chased by those lights Only the light's mine and my mic's on And my time is none because I'm writin more And
so far gone that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on and I'll tell you
That would be me! Who stand damn near six foot three? That would be me! Who got lyrics, jewels and plenty money? That would be me! Start drama and see
and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other.
a stone look, peace to every known crook Not those who go to jail and can't hold they own and come home shook So hold on and prepare to get rolled on
The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, Whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had
we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky I never really
is I'm the 1 supplyin all the stone Keep my pockets swoll and I be ballin on the fuckin slab Think you droppin sissions in my buisness take yo buisness back Yes I roll wit dealers and
barren wages in cages Your left, your left, your left Now, get on down... Now, stop and meet your fate Wasteland gonna rock this place Uh-huh, check