Lyrics:
Like a rolling stone
A like a rolling stone
Like the FBI and the CIA
And the BBC, BB King
And Doris Day
Matt Busby
Dig it, dig it, dig it
Dig
me, you can't stand me
'Cause I'm an outlaw
Black president livin' in the White House
Mr. B he wrote a letter to me
The FBI know better than to fuck
Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin
FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin
They call that shit a crime? Yo that shit's a joke
Hit record on my dope
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
I'm gonna take it to the FBI and voice my grudge
If they don't give me no consolation
I'm gonna take it to the United Nations
I'm gonna see that you
caught in a trap
You know I'm a beat the wack
With a payoff, cop gotta lay off
FBI on my dick, stay off!
I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
gonna make it home tonight
The FBI is checkin' on down the line
Well I'm a little overweight
But my log books way behind
But nothin' bothers me
an undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan
He was still bent over holdin' on to his knee
But everyone else
and crossin' all of mine
Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI
And I don't dress for villains
Or for innocents
I'm on the vigilante shit again
I
Like a rolling stone
A like a rolling stone
Like the FBI and the CIA
And the BBC, BB King
And Doris Day
Matt Busby
Dig it, dig it, dig it
Dig
comin' next
The SEC, the FBI, or the IRS
I pass the alphabet boys like an eye test
Yeah, yeah
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (I'm good)
I'm good
nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts
There's the National Guard and the FBI
There's a van from
right through you
I'm in your room
And I'm in your bed
And I'm in your life
And I'm in your head
Like the CIA
Or the FBI
You'll never get close
ride on, baby
I could pick your face out in an FBI file
You may look pretty but I can't say the same for your mind
You walk up to me
And try and look
comin' next
The SEC, the FBI, or the IRS
I pass the alphabet boys like an eye test
Yeah, yeah
I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (I'm good)
I'm good
FBI, CID, help me, help me,help Me please.
The one i love has gone and left me alone.
She got a bad big record on the heartbreak radio.
The one i
gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
If I don't get no satisfaction from the judge
I'm gonna take it to the FBI and voice my grudge
If they
baby, ride on, baby
I could pick your face out in an FBI file
You may look pretty but I can't say the same for your mind
Ah ah ah
You walk up to me
take it to the FBI and voice my grudge
If they don't give me no consolation
I'm gonna take it to the United Nations
I'm gonna see that you be back
Look at all the politicians tryin' to do a job
But they can't help but look like the mob
Get up and get back, put it away
Watch the F.B.I. watch
all the Cheetos are gone!
It just...just one of those, one of those days
Just one of those, one of those days
The F.B.I. has got a tap on my phone
Like a Rolling Stone
Like a Rolling Stone
I like a Rolling Stone
Like the F.B.I.
And the C.I.A.
And the B.B.C
B.B. King
And Doris Day
Silent majority still glued to the tube
Say CIA ain't lookin', FBI come unglued
Shot some more in Jackson just to show the world what they can do
While
right through you
I'm in your room
And I'm in your bed
And I'm in your life
And I'm in your head
Like the CIA
Or the FBI
You'll never get close
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