an X in my 'yac Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track Count weed, bag green, blue, purple
] Mister fireman won't you please listen to me I've got a pretty woman in Tennessee Keep movin' me on keep rollin' on So shovel the coal let the black
I took a black cat, (a cave bat) threw 'em in a pot pot, pot pot pot pot I took a green snake, (a blue snake), tied 'em in a knot knot, knot knot knot
I've wandered around with nothing more than time on my hands I was lost in the night with no sight of you And at times it was so blue and lonely Heading
Hey boys, gather round boys, the money's right Go down to low town for me tonight Walk onto forty four and knockon that big black door Lay some money
Written by Roy Orbison/Bill Dees Hey boys, gather round boys, the money's right Go down to low town for me tonight Walk onto forty four and knockon
Dayton's. An rock the new blue Burberry, make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh. My cars talk back like Michael Knight. I got a hundred on a Roy
I can't stop, I won't stop I will not, I will rock the show The Ernest Hemingway of B-boy poems They can never take the pen away and leave Roy Jones Pushing a black
(featuring Fabolous) [Verse 1: Trina] Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louis Vuitton The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna
an rock the new blue Burberry make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh my cars talk back like Michael Knight I got a hunderd on a Roy Jones and Tyson
not a ga-a-a-a-ame [Chorus - last two lines] [RZA] Roll up the Winchester, pull my whites, that's the poindexter Tell him bring back the black iron
Scarface] [Chrous] My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us Short Dog and Doc down wit us Eric B and Pimp C you kwow they down wit us Black Rob and Eightball
also a G In the B-E-N-T getting gone off that tree Get crunk ! [Big Pic] Hopping out tinted Lac to call this nigga in black My freestyle's down to act
a G In the B-E-N-T getting gone off that tree Get crunk ! [Big Pic] Hopping out tinted Lac to call this nigga in black My freestyle's down to act I
Mystery, become a place in history Force come shot down with some brothers from Uptown And if we're not totally through Then you'll be left black and blue Man these black
I be the man on the stage like the man on the wax The blue collar MC with the blue collar job Walk around on the streets with my blue collar mob Train
bar I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray While swinging wild like my name Roy J. Jones Jr., guaranteed to do you When you