Lyrics:
Head down on the hot concrete I was clipped
So what should I do
Got to be true
Coming up with all these lies
Swear to God I'm feeling fine
Can't turn
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
the sky I'm rolling
Little bitch I'm rolling
Little bitch I'm rolling yeah
Breaking down and rolling up is my therapy
Burning all the blunts until they got
We were moonshine
Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
Yes, rushing down the long hallway
Despite what the p.a. announcement says
Yes, rushing
Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down
just wanna be my main thing
Smokin' with my gang I feel amazing
[Chorus]
Rolling on this Marley got me goin' up
Goin' up, we goin' up
We rolling up, we
It's a vibe, it's a motherfucking vibe
It's a motherfucking vibe, girl we smoking on the kush
Find me rolling up the George, 'cause you knows I gots
off the floor tryna handle stress
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Been taking shots and rolling blunts almost every sesh
I'm still up in
Can't cruise without
Country music up loud
Put any downtown street
In a backroad beat
Got me hollerin' with the windows down
Slow rolling, no place
my forefather
I got george washington roots
Virginia militia
Britain won the war
Knock me down
I get back up
The french tried detaining the indians
want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it down, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'
Then we keep rolling
on
Reporting live West side, sun down, sun up,
One up in the air, hold it down when I come up
Versatile and abundant, grew up wild corrupted
Young vile erupted.
alligator see my arm, he wanna tear it
Curious George from Chicago, he died from gun violence
He was hate crimed down by the local lions
Not gonna take it
Truck so clean, rolling with my windows down
Truck so clean, rolling with my windows down
Truck is so clean
Truck so clean, rolling with my windows
swangers on my ride, a styrofoam cup what's inside
Two to twenty if I'm caught with it, so I go up and down as I talk digits
Can't see this pistol in my
hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street
straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola
ducts
Rolling down your cheek bones
Welcome to the heat zone
The agony defeat zone
I'm special on a microphone
It's all up in my chromosomes
I'm flyer
Verse One
Aye Look
This repertoire, got me decisive who I’m stepping on
Road trips, through the Carolinas like I’m Eddie Long
They speaking down
At the grocery store, fuck around, and I just stole a Kit-Kat
She know I ain't shit, I talk down when she not here
Fucking on a granny when I pull up, she like,
Rolling it down on a quarter pound
On the same ground, I'm drowned
Hazy sound throw it around now
Rolling it down on a quarter pound
On the same
fun
You're down for waking up and meeting someone
And you don't want to assume but you're sure that soon you'll be rolling on
They say you're lucky that
to my dawg 3BLESS,bless
We the niggas up next, and we don’t look back me fi take it one step
I be rolling with niggas that on the ball like George Best
the sky is
The square mileage of earth or what pi is
I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down devils that
on his luck.
There's a need in the greedy and he's got to give it up.
To be a winner
Chorus (George Clinton)
There's a party, and we're all invited.
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