Texty:
Rolling Stones If You Really Want To Be My Friend

the Boulevard of St. Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And a friend of Sacha Distel But where do you go to my lovely When you're alone

If you wanna fuck, then we can turn it out. You in love. (chorus) (over chorus) [girl] Baby, I want you to fuck my homegirl. Baby, you like the way I

be shy Do you want to be happy or you want to be right? It don't get much better than this There's nowhere left to run to No use worrying about what you

. Now its serious 'cause niggas are befriended me, now everybody my enemy. Could it really be niggas pretendin ta be my friends 'cause I had the dividends? As I really

I might ask you what you might be playing. Just one more question, well I know you got to go, Me and my friends are drinking and we was wondering if you

well fed. Three days later they were hungry again They said, "Any last requests, again, my friend?" I said, "Do you know any Rolling Stones? You know, like you

My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas Steppin' out the limos the bitch soldiers maintain Givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin' My gang, you

my life you will find That I never stay down, my progress is always on the incline Let me tell you what you better do, realize we're ahead of you And

or knocking on my window waking me up I use to get mad when you did that then, now I'd pay to have you do it again People you just met you let em in