Tekster:
Rolling Stones Tell Me You Re Coming Back

tell me, you're coming back to me You gotta tell me, you're coming back to me You gotta tell me, you're coming back to me You gotta tell me, you're coming

your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up (You gotta ooo ah, ah like a panther) Tell me are you bold enough

you know it strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets Stalking turf, dividing up meat Nightmare spook, piece of heat, it's you and me, you and me

When a nigga told me, you don't work you don't eat So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet And my pop, was a rolling stone 15

this gold? I bought it all Now every night you young freaks call You see my car? It's my best friend So it you touch, you'll meet your end Time will tell

the mind Seek deep inside, tell me what you find, come on Who be the ones steppin? in the room Everybody welcome to the temple of boom Back, let me

sound the bell Mix it up as if you're where you live it up the beat And get risen up you're knocked down get back and get it up Get off of queer street

like that Yeah, that?s right, Chuck, man, that?s what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that, you know what I?m sayin?? ?Cause, yo, man, let me tell you

and do what you say It ain't my fault (It's not my fault partna) That everythin' you get is used (You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know