Lyrics:
the talent
God gave him got him by
Y'all can hate him but that
Only made him stronger than
Hov end his sentence
Know you wanna roll when the
Rolls comes 20
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
looking up to the man I feel like always on go
Too hard I be ridiculous
Feel I'm one of the sickest
Tell them boys they can get it
Ain't tripping bout no
[Nicole Wray] + (Cam'Ron)
Boy you should know that (What)
I got you on my mind (Ok)
Your secret admire (Uh Huh)
I've been watching you boy
First i roll one when i wake up
Then i roll another one just to stay up
All the ladies love us so the niggas hate us
Motivated by the money fuck
your dry cell
My niggas never snitch, why tell?
We roll with no regrets, destinies, fifties and equities
Queens'll be the death of me
got my hair in a pony tail
And by all mean
Trust me I can get 'em all
They say I stride like a model
Curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit
cause it's goin' down
You see the DB's tell em' Wacko lookin' for em'
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for em'
If they ask you where
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little niggaz die
Tell mama
Behind that bush and when they roll by we jump out the bush make a push
Bustin' why they runnin' buckin' everything comin' murda why'all ain't said
man got swag
I’m just lookin cash
And I’m a Soulja boy
Without the funny lookin dance
Okay baby we can roll play baby
And forget first base
We gonna
to 'caine
Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game
G-D's, vice lords, crips the same
And I know you're 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake
Ronnie G, baby
(Tell me how I'm 25 and I'm an OG)
(Put 'em on blast like bazookas)
Ay you know what, you know what I don't think one time was enough
weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it
ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick
Uh, snapback, nigga, back up in this bitch (bitch)
Throw 'em by the hunnids, watchin'
cause it's goin' down
You see the DB's tell em' Wacko lookin' for em'
I got some dro, I got some change, I got some pussy for em'
If they ask you where
riches and them cars
But she just wanted a better family
Because her parents divorced early, her papa, he was taken by the force
Mother on crack and she
and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boys.
Watch for them plots and deploys, envoys, scopin
Like a dope fiend, when I'm smoked in
to have my snap so I jack
So I roll wid a big ol' ass clik
Know how WildStyle, Kilo, Never
Beat the system did it clever
All this shit that we endured
Doing all the same stuff beside your boy
By the time I stepped through the door
I just wanna really tell you how I feel
Nobody else wants to keep it real
bust twice and let him sink
Roll up, yo shawty looking good my dude, roll up
We deep in the jeep, when we, roll up
Where that smoke at boy, roll up
Roll
me I was done
I got a daughter so I gotta move smarter
Gotta go a little harder gotta show 'em I'm the one (The one)
They use to tell me, they use
Boy, I'm Superman
Hahahahahaha
Just Blaze!
I ain't no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Superman
Haha
Up, up and away!
Boy, I'm Superman
Hahahahahaha
Just Blaze!
I ain't no muthafuckin' Soulja Boy, I'm Superman
Haha
Up, up and away!
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