fuck did you let that bullet fire Nigga left so spank me in the cut can't even give em no money Gotta get made comin on up an now touch stone bone straight
New York night Rossi and Martini sippin', Sergio Tachinni flippin' mad pies Low price, I blow dice and throw 'em Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the, "Do or Die" slogan My niggaz roll
to save me Lately, I've been hearing these things that sound crazy Like.. Speaking in tongues All right, stop, drop and roll, Justin Bieber is on fire
been hearing these things, they sound crazy like (backdrop)-lalalalalalalalalalalalalala Speaking in tounges (lalalala) Alright Alright, stop,drop and roll Justin Bieber is on fire
was that?" Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire 17 inch momos black magic on his tires Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones
punch line 'cause we were all on time for work that day we all boarded that plane for to fly and then while the fires were raging we all climbed up
Chi, King Jacob, Iceberg, Foundation, Storm, West Stone, Goobee Thug & Fister (Intro: Ali) Check it out, my name is Ali I roll with them Lunatics
so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting
In the stone garden, we keep all the heavenly gates packed With fresh souls under control, no holdin' back Look at all these names engraved in the stones
ever seen He kissed her hard and took another drink I say, ?You must be an angel putting up with this guy? She laughed and said, ?Play me some Rolling Stones
time Bring it back, firing legal hollows out the Ac' {Who's that?} MC's of leisure, Sauk and Kardinal We bring the ebony stone, now watch me carve it
of a stone fruit being cut and being opened Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking And when the fire moves away Fire moves away, son Why would
to save me Lately..Ive been hearing these things that sound crazy Like..Speaking in tongues All right..alrite stop..drop and roll..Justin Bieber is on fire
you home again. Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew You'd better roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away
morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just
niggas, crush they karma Eat bones with alligators, roll deep, with my entourage My whole crew's fresh out the bars Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver Drop him off in the middle of fire
left ankle Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch that means I'll fuck with you My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is rolling