a hell of a past Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast Ain't complaining 'bout what I got Seen better times, but who has not? Silvio Silver and gold
caught made dad was furious And if your gonna do something do it right, thats what earnest is. Papa was a rolling stone But I wanna be the cover of a rolling stone
time?s tingling spines attaching hands to floor the rosy-tinted flash The hot dog?s getting cold and you?ll never be as good as the Rolling Stones watch
gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
and time?s tingling spines attaching hands to floor the rosy-tinted flash The hot dog?s getting cold and you?ll never be as good as the Rolling Stones
young for that rule Rule one: you must have knowledge of self To know the only one you follow is self Anything else is useless, the truth is the youth is
this will be the era where the people seek truth small pebble, some small stone no place to call your own walk out to the dock to watch a wave roll soul
America To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs New York Times call it my best work, bump to it You can Rolling Stone
write lyrics no more, I manufacture Cold shit, you know that Old Gold shit, that raw shit That drunken Alkahol shit that make you say, "Ahhh Shit!" Them motherfuckers is
B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za Diiiirty Bastard! [music starts] [ODB] Straight Up..turn it up, the headphones, turn
