do this? Canibus stupid Retarded, autistic artists You click, perfects target Staff Sargent Canibus talkin' I would not let off the gas Traverse it through San Stone
, 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
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
the water Down to the ground Hear you play You know now, we ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty cold and bare With the Rolling truck Stones thing
Yet kicked it all around Like some empty can of Miller Or some mangy blue-tick hound Yeah, but a rolling heart gathers no moss Only shit and sticks and stones
stars 4. raingods dancing Empty churches, empty pews, in the subway nothing moves and the static on the radio is drowning out the sound of raingod's dancing, Empty playgrounds, empty
challengers, the more the merrier No, not you use a amateur, just empty the register And if it was a fifth, then we'd all be stoned But if I don't drink
bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones This boy is staying acoustic There's Seeger singing in his heart
when he'd spent his last dime And Sammy took to stealing when he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime And the gold rolled
empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances. How many times must we hear rehashed versions
published Round and round the world The heart did not believe Many hurt men wondered Many struck men bled Magic never faltered Magic always led Many stones were rolled
We giving up on all the emptiness I fill it up with your sweet love beside me Ain't no fun to be a rolling stone inside You buy the feeling and you pay
published Round and round the world The heart did not believe Many hurt men wondered Many struck men bled Magic never faltered Magic always lead Many stones were rolled
study it for a while No sticks and stones can hurt us Nor the liars or the thieves We'll use the stones to ring our garden And the sticks to gather
Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin
Sam Stone ©John Prine Sam Stone came home, To his wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas. And the time that he served, Had shattered
her so take her from this place preparing the final torment of its empty space empty space a silent, empty space silent empty space
piece, I release firepower, only I'm controlling We put in work and got the right brothers rolling When hell kicks off we lick off keeping mine hard Like stone