Lyrics:
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear
Gotta be a player for life
Gotta be a player for life
Gotta be a player for life
Gotta be a player for life
Gotta be a player for life
Gotta be
Shooting with, just come with us Or you gon die so who you Shooting with, roll the dice
Time to put your blicky up now, When you outside you always Gotta
Girl, ya know that I love ya and I love ya a lot
But I need some peace in a world so cold
You gotta know when to rock and not to roll
You gotta know
money calls I gotta bust my ass
Im on the grind bitch bank roll after bank roll
Im aint playin my nigga I got a mansion my nigga
Now just hit me with
rest til they let us go
Roll down the window betrayed by my kinfolks
This for my people never treated equal
Why don't you roll down the window I just
there no more
Get on through it, roll with it, baby
Luck'll come and then slip away, you've gotta move, bring it back to stay
You just roll with it,
You gotta mess with the greed from the weed I believe
Is you a cop without a clue jus' lookin' for a need
Life rolls on
Passin' by yo eyes so fast
out you gotta baby by
Some chick name Simone
(Oh no no no)
((wait hol up))
Now we ride or die sissy
You ain't goin out like that ((oh nah))
Who we
the price of paradise
Need you by my side yeah, you're my paradise yeah
Girl you gotta good vibe, you ain't gotta think twice
This the night, roll the dice,
Drip Road blocc
Came the rain aye
Roll we don't stop
I said down came the rain
Set trip road blocc
And drip my diamonds out
We roll we don't stop
want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
wanna roll wit' You! Yea, Yea, no mistaken
I gotta hang wit my brotha, no debating
I wanna roll wit' You (You, You)! I'll be waiting
cnd I'm down for
to be leavin' the glock glock nine, But I'm livin' so low down,
Bone gotta roll out, We livin' like Trues, Give up to tha bang,
Always stay down for my
dont amaze
The truth is
I gotta get it together for me and my fellas
I gotta make it today cus the time cannot change us
Roll one for my brothers
Roll
Roll
One up and get high today
Roll one up and get high
Roll
One up and get high today
Roll
One up and get high
VERSE 1
First thing first grab
to taste the freedom
Just let the music take a hold
I'm possessed by rock 'n' roll
There's a thunder, see it and wonder
How to play the game, it's easy
You
to taste the freedom
Just let the music take a hold
I'm possessed by rock 'n' roll
There's a thunder, see it and wonder
How to play the game, it's easy
Sittin' down at a rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven, they rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel and like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
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