Lyrics:
In The Stone Score

puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored

pump game and a sick shoe fetish, say you left yo last man cuz his ass was too petty (chorus) Thats a five star b*tch x4, if ya credit score high and

In the same breath, they hate you your old news Then they beg you to play old school Then they want it back like it was / what to do? Like before, they get bored; keep score

Coco believe me, I'm a lonesome man I wanna get stoned and trip some wires I wanna get myself underground I said that you must believe me When I say

Hit up the bottle Scored us the finest herb Jumped aboard that rolling stone Took to the sky like a bird Now the wheels are in full spin We're off to

I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsey & France. I play one mean guitar & then score at the bar There's a line o'chicks

e gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone you know he's comin through with a pocket full of stones (Big

cash, me and Biggie and the models be Shaking they saditty ass and parotta be Somethin' you cats got to see And the watches be all types and shapes of stones

your business anyway so please pardonly and such curious minds peace safe passage, precious time hither and gone, the day of days (?) this tiny stone