Lyrics:
Take a trip to my past
That's the present, uh
No one else to impress
I don't trust none
You gon' wear away
You gon' rust, uh
Aye, roll another one for
and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
It's just another Sunday
In a tired old street
Police have got the chokehold (oh)
Then
Turn the bed into a cloud in the sky
Roll another one so we can stay high
You just lit the match with the fire in your eyes
Babe it's getting late, baby
another one (pour me another one)
I spilled my last (yeah, I spilled it)
Here goes another one (here comes another one)
Baby watch me do the dash, ayy
And I'm boutta pour another cup to chill my veins
Bad bitch she educated she good with the brain
Had to roll the blunt for fun cant believe this
Roll with the sirens
With all these dickheads it's a fucking squeeze, I wish someone would leave
Don't think you trust a friend then cut the leash
in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about those snitch-ass niggas
I keep on searching and I
you how we gonna go through cos everywhere we go to
My people are wise we gonna take you by surprise because we switching up the lines
I got something
and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
It's just another Sunday
In a tired old street
Police have got the chokehold (oh)
Then
(to oversee it)
Even with hands out
Niggas will overreach (overreach)
I told em proceed with caution (caution)
I’m like solar beams
Come roll with me
"Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"
He said, "Whatchu mean by
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're
the pain
Roll another spliff, can’t let it go to waste (Ayyye)
Light it up take to the brain
7 grams in a blunt, that’s a quarter tank (Ayyye)
I
rrreal (By my goddamn self)
[Verse 1]
Nigga dwell on it, can't he
So tell on me, got my bitch all at the crib
Try to smell on a nigga, want to stay around
with money as wide as Oprah.
Crack another bottle get the weed rolled up (weed rolled up),
And girl you know I got it everything's on us everything's
so girl, don't let your chance
(Pass by) 'cause shawty you just don't know
(That I) I never ever met another girl
(That fine) starin' so hard I
tonight ayee
Rolling rolling
This is how we roll roll
Rolling the dice
The dice
You talk you talk you collect ahh
I'm over charged
But I'm still on ni ni
you take a shot, I roll a joint you roll a joint
Let's turn this spot into a after-party
Ain't heard about me you should ask somebody
We play the music
Hollywood!
And everybody knows that the sequel's never quite as good!
A sequel,
Another feature attraction!
Places please, light the lights, roll camera,
the door before I packed my suitcase
Like a bird heading south with the changing of the seasons
I'm just passing by I'm just passing by
Another wake up
to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready,
Sometimes I like to sit and just pretend like everything is fine
Mo D roll me another one of those until I finish mine
Yeah she pop I's, but I told
alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own.
Black muddy river, roll on forever,
I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
I'm in
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