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that's right motherfuckers I'm Back. This is the true story about mackin Check it Times are changin' Talk about it More so each year, But the Early Mornin' Stoned
me, bitch [Chorus] [50 Cent] And all the bitches say My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones
slam my Mercedes door again! Now, it all started with my father I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my mama I'm a rolling stone
I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers. Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy. Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes
Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers, Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy, Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that
home I just hope you aint 5150 Thats a crazy hoe even though she pretty Ice Cube only one el loco With the volco put your ass in a chold hold Stone cold
wing Back when I was daddy's little girl He brought me up on the Rolling Stones Thrown into the flame, thrown into the world That's when I learned how to rock n'roll
my Judy Jetson type space chick Ass going up and down like the Dow Jones Told the waitress more bottles of the puffy combs Taking over, party hard like the rolling stones
Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier then DMX Lazier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that Blueberry, I aint talking with a muffun sack Roll up the sauer