I'm still in the kitchen W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen You niggas don't want it Nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough With all that ambition The

Get away with your guns now Money money money Root of all evil Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy Through rocking the microphone and she's calling me

You know I've been down for a minute And I've been tryna make my way home My way home, my way home And I done got way, way, way strong But I be on my way home I've been rollin' with 'em hitters And niggas wanna rob me, she wanna rob me My nigga, I've

Born with a broken heart Burnin' like a shootin' star Oh, why do the good die young Playin' on that sad guitar Up from the ashes, out of the flames Keeps gettin' stronger, like a slow rollin' train Watch it run Off in the distance, it was callin' my name

No suffering at all Comfortable in my skin I wonder now will she let me in Been rolling with the sound of the silent hawk Pinch my nerve as I stumble forth can we all sing one song Comfortable in my skin it's all for one and one for all this year Tell me

Train kept a-rolling all night long But I just couldn't tell her so But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no I said, train kept a-rolling all night long With a heave, and a ho Well, on a train, I met a dame She rather handsome, we kind looked the same

Tears are rollin' down my face, tears are rollin' down my face Tears are rollin' down my face, now you gotta go, go, go Tried to hide the lies when we touch But in the sheets with no love Say your name so nervously now Kiss in the hallway, fade out Tears

Rolling in the warm sunshine And if I never told you, told you I'm givin' you the rest of my life 'Cause we got the fire tonight And it makes me wanna dance with my baby Just keep on movin' and groovin' to the daylight I'll be right beside you, baby Till

I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She rollin' with me Because I'm a king Bitch I'm a king

I'll keep rolling with my baby 'Cause she's sweet that way I had to roll with my baby Went to see my sweetheart Last night around about ten She said, "Home sweet, Papa" Squeeze me every now and then We went out to a movie Stop in the very last row