long ago They trace us, taste us, touch our hair Show us a castle and show us to their lair - to their lair And the rolling moon rocks on by We dance
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river Black muddy river, roll Black muddy river, roll on forever I don't care how deep or wide if you've got another side Roll muddy river, roll
wasn't then I bet that they would call me Ice Tea Because see it's all frozen and then we both rolling so Start rolling so we can start rolling tall
baths with white women, lingerie see-through Taking trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga people Selling drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon
way Roll tight past the park where I used to play Can't think of a better way to spend my day Uh, still findin my way, still growin Petrol blowin, moon
my dick I'm like look which direction Made it to her ave, she got out and said see ya Hey babe why don't ya chill and kill this 2 liter Went into my
be like ahh If I was a cuss word I'd just be like, fuck If I was a rock on the moon I'd be chillin like sup If I was a butthole I'd just be an exit If
harmless I'm calm as a Don is supposed to be Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him Don't get close to him Shootouts ain't none but rock n roll to him
I hope you know, I'm gladly go Anywhere you take me And ain't no limit to this love I'll follow you to the moon and the sky above We could walk together, roll
man. Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill
' shit Rapifier, now plug the wire let's get down to it I'm frustrated, uh, filled with anger Feel like jumpin' in the wash and just chill on the hanger
still real You know sex, money, drugs, death, the whole ordeal Murderers to kill, Henny demon and ill Jump in my rocket to the moon, spark an L and just chill
back pedal The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all The crib or the park, play it when you get in the car Chill
shoot it, I ox it And I'm reppin' for Brooklyn, tools in my rocket Broke right outta my cage, I'm gonna rock it Ooh, well, that's how I spit, chill,
Like a car with no brakes man i can't stop Making hits non-stop i'm rolling off a (yop?) A lot of cuts in my wrist from these damn diamonds All because
might have to bust ya Battlin MC's, from JFK to Russia Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil Do a U.S. tour for three months and then a chill Styles
own Black muddy river, roll on forever I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll
