Papa was a rolling stone But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone Only I know that I can do it alone Only I know that I can do it alone. August
got the chronic [chorus] Come through with a gang of smoke (man) all we do is get high off these tokes (man) these people know we ain't no joke (man
inside of the armrest, um yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies Honest
of the armrest, um yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies Honest
the bone My name grounded in stone I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome Shining like a hundred thousand in stones
rolling stone But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone Only I know that I can do it alone Only I know that I can do it alone. Papa was a rolling
sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions Constantly sidetracked thinking about who?s your man
t match, a helmet full of gold dust You got, people blast me wit rose Flied out bones, they scatter and grow wit molds The honest man, is the cookie man
it on this record, yaknahmsayin? Man go ahead and kick it man Let the people know what's happenin man You know brothers out there sellin out man Why they goin out like that man
match, a helmet full of gold dust You got, people blast me wit rose Flied out bones, they scatter and grow wit molds The honest man, is the cookie man
rolling stone But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone Only I know that I can do it alone Only I know that I can do it alone. Papa was a rolling stone