Sharon Stoned

I got a pocket full of stones

that's why them call me Sharon Stoned

I got a pocket full of stones

That's why them call me Sharon stoned

I got a pocket full of stones

Colette-rika rika ring me along(2x)

WHAT?

six in the morning,police at my door

duct taped Chuck Taylors across the hard wood floor

and today would be the day that i didn't use a pad lock,

a man busted in, straight looking like Maddlock

Washed his bed, on my ass i was matched up

before i knew it i was surrounded by mad cops

oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, what do i do, what do i do?

(motherfucker) nah, mother fuck you

I ran to the bathroom and try to flush down the evidence

never really evident that my stones was having sex

but where i caught my rocks is irrelevant

and before the water could flush down the bowl,

officer dink head put me in a choke-hold

knocked out my tooth and broke my jaw on the sink

Malibu's most wanted, you're going to the clink

that's what he told me, it's a fatal instinct

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Now they're interrogating me like i am illiterate,

I ain't saying shit, bitch till i get a cigarette

through the two way glass,

I know y'all are watching me

coward ass police

this is a mockery

Got me bruised, battered and scarred

held against my will for a trumped up charged

he says i'm moving contraband all across border

but his proof got ruined in the toilet water

he said he has computer files, pulled up my picture

and all of my lyrics are incriminating scriptures

just then my spidey sense twitches

you never had a warrant so sianara bitches

this molocany has been going on too long

dude i swear i didn't do wrong

and you can't prove that i did any harm

and i ain't crossed my legs with no panties on

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