long C'mon let the good times roll We're gonna stay here to soothe our soul It could take all night long The evening sun is sinking low The clock on the wall says it's time
we are the rolling stones, the dead ramones, the untouchable boys from back home she is a time bomb ticking trouble till the end she is a time bomb
VERSE 2: Brother Marquis] Coolin' with the posse, playin' it hard Rollin' two deep as I drop the top Beams from the sun light up the city As I roll through
of sin, putting our chips on bets that could never win, we are the rolling stones, the dead ramones, the untouchable boys from back home, she is a time
in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on You can admire,
in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on You can admire, but don
to be friendly Pretend to be down, but changin real fast So heed the word, heed the word of my FOOT up your ass Kickin a bone out, castin a stone out
the flav' of the original Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold out
Now raise up out your seat, Dre's about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week [Dr. Dre] You can catch me in the studio, bangin out
shit! I'm high all the time... Man, I'm on some hood shit! {SADA POP! } [Bridge 1:] Everytime I ROLL up, niggaz holla ROLL up, And I tell 'em HOLD up
I'm paid They want me, Lebron, Kobe, or Dwyane Wade When I say I'm balling, I'm not talking 'bout a ball I'm talking about Tiffany & Co. stones out the
a nigga touch down, back from town It's forever, put that on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out
shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit (Verse 1) Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL
your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what) [Chorus] (1st time
know how I get down When times are tough, tell me that I'm special Not rap, I mean me, that I'm special You know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend Precious stones
They want me, Lebron, Kobe, or Dwyane Wade When I say I'm balling, I'm not talking 'bout a ball I'm talking about Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall Niggas
Funky Claude was running in and out Pulling kids out the ground When it all was over We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out
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
