long, long time Been a long, long time, I was wrong, girl, and you were right Baby, baby, took a long, long while, took a long, long while Took a long
Been a long, long time, I was wrong girl and you were right Baby, baby, took a long, long while; took a long, long while; Took a long, long while, but
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a long, long time, I was wrong girl and you were right Baby, baby, took a long, long while; took a long, long while; Took a long, long while, but I found
two strikes We can't afford the Lino, fuckin witness tonight But if this is what they want, it's like Christmas to me It's been a long time since the
A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance And
cut it with ice From the Eastside baby, Oakland town Can't understand why I'm so down? I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
it with ice From the eastside, baby, Oakland town Can't understand why I'm so down I'm not a white wall, I'm a Vogue Like seen On white wheel I roll
Hit it Hit it Hit it 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
it like an icicle Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed While everybody was running out, I was planting my seeds Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
our release date I know how to pick 'em up, stick 'em up Everybody go crazy while I'm fuckin' shit up Who's on the floor, while the beats break Look
as cold as can be, stone cold Stone cold, baby, stone cold, baby Stone cold, baby (As cold as can be) Stone cold, baby, stone cold, baby Stone cold,
a while and then move on I gotta be walkin' on new grass... I won't take roots I never stay that long a bad seed just won't grow here anyway This rolling stone
is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah Hit the mall in Long Island, they got
Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken, verbs throw up a stone Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock, 'n' roll
We blow stress through the vessel, the Marriott? We self made, carry on while we carry out Rick Ross If I woke up tomorrow and didn't have a dolla As long
