long time Well this could be the last time This could be the last time Maybe the last time I don't know. Oh no. Oh no Well, this could be the last time
stone No regular seats, I get the phone out His and her match, we're goin' all out Your crown and my crown, we're gonna ball out Take my time, I won
nothin' nice But if these niggas wanna roll in my hood, yo, then fuck it Break out the whole world, boys, blow up the fuckin' bucket Niggaz pulled out
while the DJ known as Evil cuts You wanna know what's happenin what? The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control Look in my face as my eyeballs roll
shot I'll take a show and abduct it, stone cold house it If it gets wild with gasoline I'll douse it Set it ablaze and then I'll stomp it out Many burnt
'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard Call me The Ice or just The Iceberg Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one night Fucked the bitch with a flashlight Pulled it out
'll vouch for me Tell 'em 'bout the time on your momma's couch mami All hustlers who ever bought a eighth from me Take this time out, to set the record
time I get out they put me right back in The Michael Corleone of the microphone The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems I gather no moss like 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
Pop's is a Rolling STone I'm Mick Jagger Don't wanna pick up the chrome but might hafta Anyone think he gonna dethrone the rapper Next chapter, us out
) the bell tolls the black plague has struck diseased eyes roll upwards as if knowing which direction their souls will travel (bring out your dead)
to roam" Oh, baby oh we oh oh Ooh, la la that rock 'n' roll Ya, hear me oh we oh oh Ooh, la la that rock 'n' roll Then in the U.S. music scene there
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
of the journey They started a long time ago The arc of a love affair Rainbows in the high desert air Mountain passes slipping into stones Hearts and
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
' divorced The black suit at the funeral home And my birthday suit when I'm home alone Talkin' on the phone got an interview with the rolling stone They
drive-in can't be beat now Made from brontosaurus, baby, not a moo-cow Wanna chill with a saber tooth tiger Wear a loincloth, natural fiber Be the first Rolling Stone
me for Rolling Stone But the years have come and gone And I'm sorry to say that's not the way that it's all worked out I'm a tour guide on the Jungle