y'all are when y'all tried that Rollin' with the E since '93, shutting Shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that? I know y'all niggas wanna roll
it apart We turned the street hustle into an art That would quickly change life forever for us No more riding bikes or catching the bus We on the roll
Well, I'm sitting on a stone, sitting all alone Daisies are rolling down the mountain Well see the lonesome tramp, who's living in the damp Nobody's in
shine like the sun on a beautiful mornin' Sing to the Heavens like a church bell ringin' Fight with the Devil and go down swingin' Fly like a bird roll like a stone
oh yeah) Your love's just like heaven in my eyes Chillin' in the parkin' lot deep Hit her, we meet on 21st street, what You know how we loves When the weekend rolls
Make certain that no stone stands That no creature crawls I command you to let loose the last of the titans It's time to strike Let the rain pour down
and roll And tonight I learned for certain that the blues expired She's only sixteen but it's plain to see Your sister can't twist but she can rock and roll
so all alone They knew His suffering was over, yeah When they rolled away the stone, Lord, Lord When they rolled away the stone On golden stairs He walked to Heaven
again Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and S Dot on the guest slot Kanye, you're the dope man in hip hop, now let's rock Now roll out niggaz, my hometown niggaz
a twisted angel Flying wild and free I'm a twisted angel Flying to heaven on a broken wing Back when I was daddy's little girl He brought me up on the rolling stones
be that than some bacon every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw that why I wear a big hat and roll weed gone if you don't know where
dumpin' Killin' all that punk shit that you heart be pumpin' See somethin' I take it cuttin' through the red tape Yo legs break tryin' to catch up who who led the race It's 5-7 Highas heaven
of y'all misses See I know how to control my hennessy I speak no Ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans See 'cause poppa was a rolling stone He said
a milli' Now it's colorful stones, because there's ice in my Phillies [Verse 3 - Juelz Santana] Sorry, I got to go, I got to get it But she know how daddy roll
at this thang But people look at me judge before they see the man Cash stones I'm losin' for they deal my hand, come on Could you roll one up, toe beneath
his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead They've let him lie for a very long time Till the rains from heaven did fall