I see people gettin' mad on CNN Who's right? Democrats or Republicans I don't care, who's right or wrong I know a way, we can all get along Let's take
one of they motherfuckers, sucker ass busters Did he? Did not, I got drama with them niggas from the other side Call my nigga Rich and he's right Fuck
niggas is worthless in the money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops,
hardcore And still keep you on the floor like a maniac That's your question? Well I'ma answer that I'm on the mic tonight I'm here to do it right Ice,
time I get out they put me right back in The Michael Corleone of the microphone The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems I gather no moss like a rolling stone
me 20 more cases Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney Gucci no hippie, but he stoned like Jimi Ex-pill poppers, geeked up crazy, whole clique rolling
like a sumo On my ditty bop, playcloths knitted top Clipse 3, titled 'Til the Casket Drops (Malice verse 4) And the boy got swagger Pop's is a Rolling STone
a lot of niggas A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors All white mansion, I'm the child of God All black diamonds, times were hard New Rolls
and said "Son, Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home (And when he died) All he left us was a loan Papa was a rolling stone,
left town There'll be no more crying There's no one left to blame Love will come out standing So roll that stone, roll that stone Roll that stone away
Why ya gotta watch when I let it feed? Better look into the mirror For the face you hide away, everyday But I don't give a fuck I let it roll, I smoke
dug out a mine Spit 'em, polish, look, how they shine Glitter, glisten, gloss, floss I catch a beat runnin' like Randy Moss Ride dat bitch off like a brand new horse I'm rollin' my stones
slam my Mercedes door again! Now, it all started with my father I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my mama I'm a rolling stone
cause I'm pushin it right If Mary drop my baby girl, tonight I would name her Rock-N-Roll I would name her Rock-N-Roll I would name her Rock-N-Roll yeah
-wo-wo. Should I stay, or should I go? [Jumping Jack Flash/The Rolling Stones] But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas. But it's all right--jumpin
hook-up and it's on We got them rides whatever you need Just step next door we fully equip with automatics Police detect us, let's roll, roll, roll
hook-up and its on We got them rides whatever you need My nigga just step next door We fully equip with automatics Police detect us, let's roll, roll, roll
it right (never know) You never know when niggaz might, hit you under city lights get it right [Hook - 2x] Lord forgive me, cause I know I ain't living right