'84 Baritz and it's sittin' on glass I'm a young pimp nigga with a whole lotta swagger And I roll like a stone like my name Mick Jagger Pussy niggas
oh yeah) Your love's just like heaven in my eyes Chillin' in the parkin' lot deep Hit her, we meet on 21st street, what You know how we loves When the weekend rolls
dick) Get ya stoned and get ya wide Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!) Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah) Get ya stoned and get ya high
so I can make more ends It's a rush production, not the beat I rushed it out the studio and hit the street Now I'm rocking one more time Young girls love
rhyme so I can make more ends It's a Rushed production, not the beat I rushed out the studio and hit the streets Now I'm rocking one more time Young girls love
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
the corner That's why some walk street with a borra Might see two or three gash in the corner Might see two or three goons in the corner If the boydem roll
again Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and S Dot on the guest slot Kanye, you're the dope man in hip hop, now let's rock Now roll out niggaz, my hometown niggaz
e gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone you know he's comin through with a pocket full of stones (Big
America To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs New York Times call it my best work, bump to it You can Rolling Stone
is ours, from here on out Theodore, straight up and down Word up, introducing next You know, acknowledge the great My muthafuckin' man J-Love [J-Love
fit up in this motha fucka Cause Rozay been talkin white he think he Uncle Ruckus I laugh at Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget And now I'm rolling
, got the pockets on swollen Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin' Rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me, picture me rollin' Is y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin' roll
, so hot what a feeling Mo' with the ice chillin', roll dice make a killin' Wanna see twice a million, no love for a got civilian Mix-a-lot in the spot
like common folk Touring the world like a rolling stone Then the nineties came Welcomed yall to the terrordome Some threw it away , instead of something to say Cause the streets
motherfucker, I'ma get mine Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin [Danny Boy] Rollin Picture me roll
hours We got over 50,000 gangbangers out there Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit You know it's potent when the funky-ass beat hit Rolling the
a milli' Now it's colorful stones, because there's ice in my Phillies [Verse 3 - Juelz Santana] Sorry, I got to go, I got to get it But she know how daddy roll