Testi:
Rolling Stones Waiting On A Friend

senses Pump my fist for Mo' Thug Got to keep the lord up over my shoulders Jesus sent me is roll of a loco soul But load a revolver, hold up Now buck

-hoops Mami told me son, hold your own And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone And I believed her Juelz never let the cops get me On the block

a little nigga On the first, I hate these chickens Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they friends And they kids fly, I ain't open friend, on

on breezin Take the money and run like a bandit Leavin the chick I was with at the hotel stranded Off on a midnight run, fully equipped A full tank of gas, and a

read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be And trying to avoid a taste of that reality On an early New York mornin' a mirror in the hall Showed

again, Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance Speed limit 65 so I'm goin 62, Both hands on the steering wheel drivin like a old lady do

the truth And one day I see you standin' at a token booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out

you got a nice ass darlin'! Can't wait to get you into my Benz, take you for a spin What you mean we aint fuckin', you take me for a friend? Let me tell

'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 with pros And make friend