Rolex Rulez

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Jerold Dwight Ellis III, (born October 18, 1974, Oakland, California) better known by his stage name Yukmouth, is a Grammy-nominated American rapper from East Oakland, Oakland, California. He is the founder of The Regime, Smoke-A-Lot Records and Godzilla Entertainment. He is a member of Thug Lordz with C-Bo. more »

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1998

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Yes, yes, yes, uh!
Balla shit, nigga
Timer shit nigga
(Regime shit baby)
Flossy shit, boi!
(Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot)
Rolex Rulez
Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an baggets an shit
Muthafuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga, uh

I started off wit heata shit
Carry a nine millameter shit
Rolex on my wrist
Never fuckin' wit Geneve shit
(playboy what's Geneve shit?)
Somethin' like 20 g's cheaper shit
Tryin' to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit
Look juss like a Rollie, but it really ain't Rollie
What the f*ck you think homie, you walkin' around wit fake Rollie
I never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make Rollie
The Motra fake Rollie's, yo time an date gone break Rollie
The type of shit a thief won't even attempt to take Rollie
Go out on a date, start makin' bitches hate Rollie
Now pump yo brakes homie
Only the ballin'' qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant 
Rolex wear outside
"Stayin Alive" like Wyclef, gettin' high until my eyes shut
Wise steps, hands carrassin' my tech
Rolex under my sleeve nigga
To each nigga playa hatin', I make you muthafuckas bleed quicka
I read niggas
Look in my eyes an die slowly
Meet my four-five 
Niggas done died fo a Rollie
I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely
They died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie
My four-five told me, that shit that crucify homies
If I didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me
Die fo me
Eye fo an eye homie
That's what you get for tryin' to rob me fo my Rollie nigga
Rolex Rulez

Well an nigga wit the Rolex on
You best believe he packin' Stretch Armstrong
Some kinda gat or thang on him
Hit you bullet rain storms
When you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain on, listen

Well an nigga wit the Rolex on
You best believe he packin' Stretch Armstrong
Some kinda gat or thang on him
Hit you bullet rain storms
When you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain on, listen

To all my real playas
Throw yo Rollie's in the sky
Wave 'em side to side
Then keep yo four-five caulked to ride
So many muthafuckas done died
Tryin' to steal a Rolex watch
Especially tryin' to steal mines
I remember the day I bought my first watch
The turfs hot
Slangin' them birdies, that chirpin' jus' don't stop
Raise niggas off the block who turf hop
Jus' got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewelry store the first  spot
I'm wet cash the check, grab the tech an jet
10 G's in my pocket headed straight to Spence
I want my shit all baggets
But it cost too much
Had to f*ck wit somethin' less
Ain't tryin' to floss too much
A straight gold Presidential
No diamonds down the wrist
Princess cabezel
You know
That's small timer shit
But f*ck that!
I got the Rolex, chain an ring that match
Stack my scratch, until I got enough green to bring shit back
Exchange? Yes!
Give up the chain an gain a Rolex
Drop some G's
It's juss like property so invest
An if you ever go broke, don't feel depressed under stress
Pawn yo shit, I give you what you paid an not a dolla less
That's big timer shit
White colla' shit, so I jet
I see some niggas casin' the set
Hangin' out by my Lex
I grab the muthafuckin' Tech 9 
The first time, I get to hear that muthafucka scream an whine
Rolex Rulez!

Well an nigga wit the Rolex on
You best believe he packin' Stretch Armstrong
Some kinda gat or thang on him
Hit you bullet rain storms
When you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain on, listen

Well an nigga wit the Rolex on
You best believe he packin' Stretch Armstrong
Some kinda gat or thang on him
Hit you bullet rain storms
When you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain on, listen

Uh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh
Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch
Regime shit, uh
Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleeve
Haha 'cause niggas tryin' to get us
But I keep big heats, nigga Uh
How many holes you want in yo ass?
Blow, blow
1, 2, or 3? Nigga what?
Blow, blow
Back the f*ck up nigga We do our thang, Rolex Rulez
I suggest you pack a gat too, my ballin' ass potna 
Or you will get flat lined
Done deal

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