Lyrics:
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
You can't play with a boss, man you see the cross on my jeans, I'ma send you to heaven
I need to slow down, I wanna dirty the cup, I'll go 7-Eleven
[Shawty Lo]
I was thrown in the game in '76,
By the year '93 I was in the mix,
Knee lan key said we had bad ways
Old folks say we gon shaun our days,
and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock? (yeah!)
We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock
Ready now, here we go,
dead now
He hit the wall
I sped up
I peeped it all
Ain't said none
We rock the boat
And roll up
Hol up
I jus had noticed
How tight she holdin
million up in bank rolls
Ima need about a hundred sticks it's like it's saints row
Back up the big body sumo four by four
Back in the big body sumo four by
ha-ha
Five block the way, from now ha-ha
I seen you lick that rubber lolli-pop
I seen you spread, your butter rock and shook semi-car
I seen your tears,
off
I want my name in the flashing lights
Rock a few shows that's been sold out
But then again I imagine Christ
Get convicted by that image and I
take you higher, fairly you desire,
I'm not a liar, I roll like a tyre!
You packed your things in a carpetbag
Left and never looking back
Rings
Hella Heaven, you can't tell a legend (what?)
See, what you don't know and won't know, enjoy your beverage
Separate with severance, I'm Rich Paul
the dead
Once more we're cheating on the reaper
With all the gypsy in our souls
Cause I know there's a God up in heaven
Who must love rock and roll
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
The boat don't sink, the show don't stop
The weapons form, the load don't drop
The boat gon' rock, the foe's gon' plot
The rolls don't switch, the photo
spin on my block i'm shootin' up his rental
He think ima lick he must be off that Fentanyl
Choppa on me gone hit just like a edible
Roll up a opp I smoke
at last when I roll me a blunt
Setting a precedent, fleau like I'm heaven-sent
This is my testament, gospel is fucked
This ain't the time to be sleeping
GET
Its never too late to live like a rock star
Nobody said you have to age with grace
They put together living fast and dying younger
No need to worry
Like a thunderbolt
We deal with Rock'n'Roll
The hounds of satan
Bringin’ trouble to you all
and rock Wally tails
jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing
diggity Das EFX we
We never been woke
Any cock crowing we shot with catapult
It was quiet foggy (Foggy)
Last night a mad drunk had come by me
And the few association
very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying the stairway to heaven
very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying the stairway to heaven
?? hoes, don't doze cause the mic goes
pop, when I rock all these silly psychoes
But that's another matter, this ain't a love chatter
So I can ??
her alone"
She a dime but she ain't got a diamond, that don't make no sense
I don't care, don't waste no time, my next one gon' be Heaven-sent
Ran me
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