on the candy and them blades, niggas stayin home because they wanna get paid, everybody play and Ima just gone play, and bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna
t-shirt with my Davis' on I'm drinkin' beer even when the charger game isn't on I'ma kick back type vato but they got me on the go go Enough to drive
I get it wet, how I get it so saucy and I get respect, You don't have to look no farther, you dealin with the whole enchilada You don't have to look no
that type of bullshit Your problems don't concern us Go home now, well go on Southwest detroit is condemned one's home The cops just don't know what
Same Types Of Pain, I Mean ICP Don't Rap About The Money We Get, Cause Half The Juggalos So Broke They Stealin' Our Shit, And They Don't Wanna Hear About
Takin pictures for Rolling Stone magazine with a leash on a polar bear Sky blue suit from Milan, girls posin their executive area Acting like they don't
niggas don't live that long (Thug niggas don't live that long) Before they gone they'll be dead and gone But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home
do anybody got a zone? I ain't your poppa, but Daddy is a Rolling Stone Youse a clone, who don't know the shit you on Unless it's on a motherfuckin' ring
go (La la la la la la la la la) Nick nack patty wack, give a Dogg a bone Naw don't gimme nothing but a handful of stones Don't stop, I ain't finished
You want bars, well this page is Rikers Thank ya'll the My home is, I roll with The coldest, so know this I won't stop, so know this I go in, show out
I wanna tell ya gonna go back again I'm gonna go back again Word gets round the band's in town they're bustlin' round the hall Readin' last months Rolling Stone
feel? How does it feel To be on your own with no direction home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone? Just like a rolling stone, like a rolling stone
say your life has gone to horse shit And you wanna come back home Well, if you're thinkin' 'bout comin' down Better think again, better look around Don't go
sidewalk Listening to the sad songs on the radio I wanna go home Give me back my car keys and my stereo Give me back my tee shirt from the rolling stones
No fine girls, just ugly faces From frustration, first inclination Is to become a monk and leave the situation But every dark tunnel has a light of hope So don't
, everlast you're on And it go on and on like a rolling stone Baby, anywhere I lay my hat is my home They call me White Devil, Black Jesus Heaven closes
lives and dreams that go free We got rickety boats bursting at the seams with refugees (Check it) While some kids fight just to make the honor roll Other