can read it like the back of my hand Well, read it like the back of my hand Oh yeah, wow yeah Wow yeah Read it like the back of my hand
read it like the back of my hand Well, read it like the back of my hand Oh yeah, wow yeah Wow yeah Read it like the back of my hand
you my poetry sponsors Gillette Now you standing there wit razors in your head like baretts Man, if the mic had ass cheeks The sticker in my hand would
cave man who invented the wheel and roll out funny Sittin' on a bundle rolled with twenties, subtle Sippin' Saber tooth blood puddle- I could roll with
freak the fly flows, hit the highs and the lows Rip shows and flip foes with my eyes closed And one hand tied behind my back, in fact Hold the mic with
these seven zeroes that's my only concern Put a torch to these hoes, make these bitches burn Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my
can keep all your misery My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd I think that keeping this up can be dangerous I'm flesh and bone I'm a rolling stone
so did the rest of the rock n roll scene along with him And a white guy named Johnny Otis took Bo Diddleys rhythm He changed it into hand-jive and it
the way I freaks the beat Whenever it is I freaks the beat Snaps come rolling back to me!" [sung to Tootsie Roll commercial] [Verse Two:] What, is, really going on? My
Give birth to rhymes to meet beats and then I'll marry em off have a divorce if the track is wack (Please) My rhymes a rolling stone home is where the
