Lyrics:
rockstar booted up might crash
Shawty top notch fitted up tote bag
Bend it over and she love it let her eyes roll back
Count 1 2
Got 3 in the back
Got a 4 5
a stranger
Do my dirt by my lonely then roll with a phony
I’m addicted to the freedom I’m fleeing the Carribean
Middle finger from the balcony you haters aint
I saw this kid holdin' a four-five, with the same old guy
With the same cold eyes, I looked out the building
Saw the same cop car roll by
It woke me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G5
Yeah, oh, yeah
I hear the money calling
I hear the rolls, I'm up by the morning
She wanna feel important
Buy her
as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy
I'm working nine-five chasing my dreams I'm trynna go chill on a island
That's by any means behind the scenes I know that it's all about timing
When
of that stolen mountain,
as buck v. bell. but when billie's arm bent fumi's
note then muhfuck this paramilitary weatherman
and his tired navy blue.
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party track I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
And, you wanna back off them hogs
Yeah, 10 4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' in tense up here
By the time we got into Tulsa
live that way)
So I'm gonna call the bros
Tell 'em, "Roll up one, right now"
I'm tryna smoke
Tryna keep myself from looking over the edge (over
Have a dab, smoke a bowl
Roll a blunt, It's time to smoke
Everybody knows we gonna be smokin fire
And I aint ever been higher
And I aint ever been
boys come around don't say no last names
All these Rockford girls call me by my last name
Eight One Five up in this bitch there it is
Getting paid off
when Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their roll
more cold
Music finna' make more gold (Yeah, yeah)
Two songs in one sittin' that's a fold (Yeah)
Five beats in one hour on a roll (Yeah, alright)
These
It was a Monday, and it started off with a bang
She start the conversation over how was your weekend
I did this that and the other with my friend
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
The Butterfly, that's old
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
Yeah, 1994
69 Boys backed up by the door next to the DJ
(chorus 1)
Cotton candy sweet
The Butterfly, that's old
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
Yeah, 1994
69 Boys backed up by the door next to the DJ
(chorus 1)
Cotton candy sweet to go,
roll Asu
You end up with them tires flat
The names Asu
It starts with A and ends with you
Whatever you want to do
I got my whole fuckin' crew
Up over
a strip Ben Frank blue hundreds that's cheese
I need a glock by the hip head in the whip
From a bitch that a roll my weed
I need a yac made neat room temp
no mood
They never thought we'd go all in
kickin' doors over just to let my dogs in
So many rides never catch a nigga walkin'
In a G-5 tryna put
smoke in a while baby
So we gon' fuck and I'ma roll up
It's gettin' loud, blowin' on that loud girl
Baby I'ma work you out girl, work you out girl
I
(Taken from a news story concerning two rival gangs fighting
Over East-End Protection rights)
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars -
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