the hoe see me from here? Can you see me, hoe? Picture me rollin And all you punk police -- can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin nigga
I first saw your face It turned my whole world upside down You put my heart into a headlock And you threw it on the ground You stood and stomped, you
rolled out same niggas was in my face again Like, "Stone you out early, man we thought you got ten" We kicked tha bo bo, swapped lies, given hugs and dap But you
we was taught not to say who shot ya See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin', I got ya Say a prayer for me if you care for me 'cuz I
, I've blown it again Finally I'm seeing clearly I'm writin' this so you can hear me How did I get it in my head That you could do me wrong?, no Since I got to know you
'm back, uh oh No one to play around, we'll squeeze them hammas I'm back, uh oh Say hello to my little friend, hello, before I pull again An' show you
for just one girl I don't roll twirl like a ballerina I roll through towns and I rock arenas I may seem a little under age But at least I am not under
kind...here to shock your mind And I will serve no rhymes, before their time The k-k-kid rock, that is my name And if you ask me again, I'll tell you
If you wanna fuck, then we can turn it out. You in love. (chorus) (over chorus) [girl] Baby, I want you to fuck my homegirl. Baby, you like the way I
feel yourselves? Should kill yourselves, us Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out Whatever you holdin is mine, you
n' roller Rikky rock'n' roller Now that you're the headline Dum dum dum dum dum-ee-doo-aa Rikky rock'n' roller Don't it make you feel fine Dum dum dum
half a chance 'cause I'm not dead yet I'm not dead yet, oh no, I'm not dead yet I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back You better get
you but I'm laughing when you crawl Was blind to ya, I watched you fall And I watched you --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pollyanne Here we go again same old argument You're calling me Miss Pollyanne You
dark About working so hard About growing so stoned Trying not to turn up Trying not to believe in the light on your own La, la, la, la, oh, oh, oh, oh
any affection for you? Phyllis: I've been watching you on the screen for four weeks . . . Finally, my monster . . . Is it real? Is it really you? Oh that feels, oh
we play with bats Better watch your mouth, you keep talkin' that shit ''cause you fuck around with that Kingspade clique [Richter] Oh no, I'm back again
The Opera") So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye. So you think you can love me and leave me to die. Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
you And it'l show you once again that A mountain is something you don't wanna fuck with You don't wanna fuck with Don't fuck around Don't fuck around
