hell was earth that stale Stone chicken eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin
with the crab-tree sticks To cut him skin from bone And the miller he has served him worse than that For he's ground him between two stones And little
with the crab-tree sticks To cut his skin from bone And the miller he has served him worse than that For he's ground him between two stones And little
for the better or the worse All he ever gets is older and around From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse The going up was worth the
my drop and get my roll on I took my old Jon back to the lot like take it And my ****** be mind blown Big face watch 5 different time zones And they ain't rine stones
Why every time when something hurts Someone always comes and wants to make it worse? I'll never make the cover of a rolling stone But at least I know
from, you know how I get down When times get tough, tell me that I'm special Not rap, I mean me, that I'm special You know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend Precious stones
have ah Brandy Telephone ah ring gal waan mi candy Two gal buck up and start a big war One ah dem fling a big stone inna mi car But mi know mi and
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 (
dough in pubs, sayin' no to scrubs With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs Now wassup, if by some haphazard You see me in Rolling Stone or down
cart. 4. They hired men with crab-tree sticks to cut him skin from bone the miller served him worse than that and ground him between two stones. And
sat like a stone A man who had never known No hunger, shown no mercy And, and promises broke like a bone, bone And there he sat like a stone With promises
Cut to the bone, celebratin' 'Dre Day', love it Or leave it alone, just consider me the heir to the throne The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin' my owns Rolling stone
love Over in Nashville they love their country Eatin' biscuits and gravy on Sunday They love the Opry and George Jones Crankin' Sweet Home Alabama and The Rolling Stones
die the minute that I move my head I felt around to make sure I was in my bed alone I meet some friendly people when I'm stoned My payday was on Friday
quite, not quite God, I swear it's good to be back home Waiting for the newest rolling stone All the other girls are still at war The best and worst
know it gets worse everyday And my heart is bleeding and this pain it will not pass It's not receding and my body's going numb A bad trip child, rolling stoned
a joint) (coughs) [dum-dum) Go head maan Boy that's 5 [happy p] That's got to be [verse 1: dum-dum and happy p] [dum-dum] I hit it from worst ways After