Lyrics:
I'm King Kong on top of the roof
Ain't nobody finna let me down
bitch i go by tre rah
I know niggas used to hate this game
Hate me like you hate them
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
know me by my change
It aint nobody too blame
I just dont wanna go nameless
Christ on the roof
We gone make it
Caught a few passes
Got a few flagrants
I'm gone tell you right now what it is
I'm on straight go mode, no chill
It's a house that I want on the hill
I'm gone get it if take me some years
On the other side of paradise, scenic mountain views
I remember brick houses and emptied out factory ruins
In my head’s nothing but scalpers selling
the air, bitches take their tops off
put the chronic in the air, then the shit popped off
shit popped off
[Verse One- Dr. Dre]
Late california night, out
Catch me in that drop-top
Pro'ly me and Lil Knock
Whenever that tape drop
Hit the dealer and cop
Whenever I get the money
I'm-a buy me a house
Mama used
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
the check up, nigga, detonation
Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination
Top my destination
I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's deflectin' Satan
the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put
in the da booth
2 Tone I pulled up missin roof
Like Stella I been had da groove
Why you hatin them bitches gone choose
But they know I got game I can
Walk in the house, I don't take off my shoes
I'm partying through the roof
Lost my count, so many bad bitches in the room
I don't want 1 I want 2
Got it
three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closing the shop
all
Across the Unified States
Sit down and sup with the top rap reps
We the streets that's watchin', boy
Move diligent you better walk like a nigga
chump change to be a million
Summer house Brazilian
Drop a album an' restore the feelin'
Shit changed nowadays
Everybody Drillin'
I can't change 'cause
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how
Platform witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab
(Didn't I)
Didn't I tell you we was gone make it to the top nigga?
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I
Didn't I tell you this was the new birth of the Roc,
on top their roofs
Hurricane Katrina
We should've called it Hurricane
(Georgia) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
that pin drop
Told her no emotion but I make her heart stop
And this a hard roof but she gonna drop top
(Oh yeah)
Goofy niggas keep on looking at me
the house & he brought his man with him
I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush,
Get Up Is the linen, CHItunes 2 spin'N
Demeanor through the roof, Check out the message I'm sending
I'm LeBron thru three, morph in the fourth 2
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