Rollers And Riders
Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana
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Yessir Weezy F. Baby, yeah I thank the lord each and every day And I'll have three blunts and some Perrier And my grill looks like an iced out barricade And I got more green than the Everglades I'm the shit, I am funky like I never bathe Baby, I'm tryin' to do numbers like a yellow page When I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days And sure enough I got Ms. Cita in a better place I fucks with Marley and Capito from the eastside On the eastside we all blood, we all family, never divide Keep a knees high in my Levis, now, don't f*ck up my design Yeah, I am big dog, big dog, barkin' at you felines Yeah, you niggas is simple, what's a Bentley to a Nissan? I don't f*ck around by the store, but go head and get your lease sign Yeah, go head, add another finger to the peace sign That's the W and B sign, bitch Yeah, ya understands me ? Mack they gon' respect me 'Cause I'm a rider, I'm just another mothafuckin' Southsider I'm on that syrup, so I act a lil' tired And everybody sippin', baby, I'm a rider And everybody with me That's right I'm a rider, I'm just another mothafuckin' Southsider I'm on that syrup, so I act a lil' tired And everybody sippin', baby, I'm a rider And everybody with me (Haha, uh) Money over everything, except blood For money I do everything, shed blood Spill blood, kill ya Fo' sho' paper, you get slow mo' paper They say my money fuckin' up the ozone layer (woah) I got yacht money, you got robo' paper Told ya, my money waver tip yo' robo over (over) I let the gats flare (yep), quicker than the MAC flare (yep) I hear ya pussies need a pap smear, haha, yeah So come follow this (come), gun-dermatologist (me) One gun by the hip (uh-oh), show you how the Poppa's sit (pop, pop, pop) Believe me, my bullets bite with a lobster grip (damn) And trust me, I know how to fish (gotcha'), boy And I feel like a shark on his worst day (move) 'Cause you're just a little mermaid I got that promethazine flow (what's that?), Slow They can't f*ck with me (nope) Let's go, come on Dipset, you know what it is Santana, ayy Ya dig (yessir, holla at ya boy) Dipset, bitch I'm a roller, I'm just another mothafuckin' East coaster I get high, I get twisted, never sober And all my niggas keep they hand on that toaster And you know what? Baby, I'm a roller, I'm just another mothafuckin' East coaster I get high, I get twisted, never sober And all my niggas keep they hand on that toaster And you know what?
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Written by: Dwayne Carter, Laron James
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