drinkin sake at Hibach No rocks on the wrist, I ain?t into those things Silver plugs in my ears, the only things I bling Maybe a big fat ring, but you
you shave off all their baby hair You've got a hairy minded big bare bear And all the bells are rolling out for you And stones are all erupting out for you
It frays this skin and then underscore The case for war you spin and bleed The cells you fill screen savers feed The girls you breed, the soaps that you
was The man ain't got no culture But it's alright, ma Everybody must get stoned I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered Andy Warhol, won't you please
it G-style Mathafucker strap Just like I tought nigga You got caught Ol'bitchass nigga droppin all that soul You see, first thangs first when your a grown man You
back street, born in the back street Jelly Roll I'm on the road again and I'm searching for The philosopher's stone Can you hear that engine Woe can you
' like another loser Then I'm rolling like a rusty ship on a stormy sea You know that people are saying Strange things Talk to the hand 'Cause I know you
I got it if you needed a reminder, uh Reminder, uh, reminder, uh I think I better give you a reminder, uh Reminder, uh, reminder, uh I got it if you
up, turn it up The headphones, turn it up Yo, you hear me? (Yeah, whut up Toney?) W'sup Don' Don' (All the way up) You know how we do (Let's get this paper together) You
the back street Born in the back street Jelly Roll I'm on the road again and I'm searching for The philosophers stone Can you hear that engine? Woe, can you
score You know I love you and furthermore When it's time to go you got an open door I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain You give something up
the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you
's what makes you thirsty Hey kid, you know you can hear your footsteps As you're kicking up the dust And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you
turn to nightmares Silver clouds turn to golden stairs Everything that you used to know Is slippin' away, yea Here I've got my puzzle piece Only got
you much too dwindled and Harsh Dead on white and cloudy clear Saafir Oh I'm ya son I'm told oh you mean The One that turns copper into brass Asses You got
it G-style mathafucker strap Just like I tought nigga, you got caught Ol' bitch ass nigga droppin' all that soul You see, first thangs first when your a grown man You
was, the man ain't got no culture But it's alright, ma, everybody must get stoned I been Mick Jaggered, been silver daggered Andy Warhol, won't you