Lyrics:
Senior Constable George Devine had been sleeping soundly when he was suddenly
woken by the sound of a galloping horse. It was Saturday, February 8
Picture me rolling
Candy paint
Bitch you better not leave a stain
Picture me rolling
Got a j full of flame
Light it up and watch me kick game
Picture
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Like Kawhi I'm a fun guy
I say we keep rolling J's until we like kites
I say we make lemonade up in our eyes
I say we make matinees up in the night
King George's men came marching
Up to the old inn door
They said no word to the landlord
They drank his ale instead
But they gagged his daughter
down again
Oh we'll crash, crash, right down again
I'll be coming up when the sun goes down
Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground
Running from
, rolling, rolling, rolling
Stoned
Bad to the bone
Mike Jack
I was gliding hard like that
Feet never touch the ground
Fuck the ups and the downs I was stuck
They turn back around, boy
Settle down, boy
Come home to the woman they love
You ain't nothing like George Strait
His kind don't just ride away
annoyed them, plow
What goes around comes around my nigga
And what goes up it must come down my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground my nigga
Just
I can't help myself, I feel like Adele (I feel like Adele)
Cos we been rolling deep we can't take no Ls yeah
Open up some windows that's how you
marching,
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
gotta hustle like a ninety five
now I'm rolling the car stolen, in the 92 Lexus
driving in California took a trip to Texas
come up, you see it ain't
hay
You bitches wanna throw me
Up in Pelican's Bay
Call me an animal up in the system
But who's the animal that built this prison?
Who's the animal that
I wake up I'm dreaming
Playtime like back in primary
Bit nostalgic now I'm feening
Fresh Prince, Saved by the Bell's what it might be
Or an anime
daily
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Fuck outta my shit
I been stressing way too much to finish now and quit, yeah
You ain't rolling molly, you just sit down
Rolling with the team, yeah
Everyone knows, down the John Neil George Road
There's a diamond day, a dozen for nothing and less if owed to ya
With an old tin can, up the Marble
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons:
George
slow down, george
Why start up trouble for the king
This freedom racket is a corny thing
-this freedom racket is a corny thing
Your troops are ickys
(Aye, aye)
Wydoe, Baby
And ima just break it down
One time for the one time
Baby Girl
Baby it’s Wydoe
And I’m rolling while I drank
I hope
look white but don't call me Slim Shady
Just keep rolling up do not stop till I say it
(What's on my mind)
I could do this for days
Think that they
macking
I'm rolling planes just minus the wings call me captain
I'm so high
And I don't wanna come down, know why
Cuz ain't nothing but the brown down there
the benchseats
Hand down man down
Ready for the next round
Got the club goin up
Might shut this bitch
Im rolling up
What you heard
My team got access
Yo team
Planted seeds of the money tree into our noggins
Nurtured by the blood of kin running down joggers
(Talk about your roots)
Millionth man that took a new
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