Texty:
Rolling Stones Can T You Hear Me Knockin

Yeah, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window? Can't you hear me knockin' on your door? Can't you hear me knockin' down your

you gonna learn sucker, you just can't fuck with Twisted Br-Br-Brown Brown, Trucker I'm an, American Bad Ass, watch me kick You can roll with rock or you

late night cookin ki's in the kitchen, give me nine ounces let me get up on a mission make my damn green so I can be like you, We just in this bitch chillin

up, turn it up The headphones, turn it up Yo, you hear me? (Yeah, whut up Toney?) W'sup Don' Don' (All the way up) You know how we do (Let's get this paper together) You

Folarin somethin they can't ever smoke Weed I can't pronounce man This shit would leave Rosetta stoned This man can single handedly save the culture You got no spark you

'na take me down underground Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me They won't quit they just won't quick They try'na stick me with some

ducks When you gunna learn sucker? You just can't fuck with Twisted BBBBBBrown Truckkkkkeeeeerrrr I'm an American Bad Ass Watch me kick, you can roll with Rock Or you can

sh*t is you on. It aint by far your girl got to choose on. Just blame it on the yellow gold rolling with the blue stones. (Lloyd's Part): So if you don't need no help, cus you

you got From outta nowhere prepare You'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone, without a microphone (Phone) But don't you