-superstar, girl, I'm ready for you mama! Why you think the only thing I got on is my pyjamas? [Chorus x2] So bad So good that I'm so bad Guarantee I
t ever wanna leave the game Without atleast sayin good-bye So all my people on my left All my people on the right swing one last time Get ya ass up for
the day that I die, This will be the day that I die; Now for ten years we've been on our own, And moss grows fat on a rolling stone, But that's not
glory one day you got none one day you're a diamond and then you're a stone everything can change in the blink of an eye so let the good times roll before
way he's changing . . . Oh, I remember that in the shower, the first time with the hamburger. Oh, that was good . . . But, I don't know, twelve years
like a feelin' in a niggas stomach when you want it so bad If you keep keepin' it fresh it ain't gonna go bad I been through the valley of love Rolled
time to light up time to gather in a circle time to divvy up you got one life to live- Start livin it up- pull a branch from your sack lets roll one
I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus in a Lex watchin Kathie Lee and Regis My actions are one with the seasons A tec squeezin - executioner, winter time
] Stone cold baby Stone cold baby Stone cold baby As cold as can be Hey let's party y'all All I wanna do is have a good time Tonight it's goin down Hey
to go Workin since ninety-fo', I'm supposed to blow Blow on the dice, before I roll a ten-to-fo' Rollin Mo-Mos, Optimos, they burn slow Rollin fo
rolling stone I'm not a city you visit, when you're out on tour I need a stand-up guy, don't want no rolling stone Rolling stone [5x] No rolling stone Rolling stone
[feat. Mr. Porter] Bank accounts big cars Living good like a movie star My mama house ain't in the hood no more I moved her out to San Luis Obispo But
down Charing Cross Road With my imitation Gretsch guitar And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars I saw a band called the Rolling Stones I
B in my front seat and we got these (Poppers on the Chrome) One time for ya boy Pimp C (Pocket full of stones) I gotta pocket full of stones cause I
our sacred places Bases loaded, we up to bat Coulda hit a homerun, but we pulled a gat Bad seed tree make bad seed fruit Good seed look, don't do bad,
ll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But that's not
-superstar, girl, i'm ready for you mama! Why you think the only thing I got on is my pyjamas? [Chorus x2] So bad So good that i'm so bad Guarantee i
go where we supposed to go Workin' since ninety-fo', I'm supposed to blow Blow on the dice, before I roll a ten-to-fo' Rollin mo-mos, optimos, they burn slow Rollin