Lyrics:
the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up (roll that)
If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I don't
Dropped the ball and she catch it
This how we do
Bonnie and Clyde nigga this how we do
She down in her ride nigga this how we do
'Til a nigga die, this
angels broke cages
They seen animals, we made stages
Became famous by freein' the world of their own danger
Prison mentalities, we're all hanging from
glory, show me Your glory
I long to look on the face of the One that I love
Long to stay in Your presence, it's where I belong
Oh how we love You,
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the soulful records that are tasteful
Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cause
from the ground (now)
Here we are, money on my mind
How much do it cost to keep it real with ya?
Here we are, place most never find
How much do it
socks
They gon' keep us in the ghetto 'til we move out
And we need some better books stuffed in that schoolhouse
Rolls Royce weather
Rich dirty nigga,
the passion
You're thinking of
Stay with me
A while tonight
We will fly
Until morning light
[Chorus]
Don't you know how I feel
Here's my
But oh boy, together we make so much joy
In the sands and oh, what a web we weave
But you played me, so I had to roll up my sleeves and
Hunt you
streets
Crack babies and dope house, how many you want
We grew up in the scrubs,
But now we at the dealership with all our friends,
Hollerin' now, how many
and I do when I can we get
By however we can
Me and my friends we roll through the hills in the nighttime
Me and my friends run into the mornin sunshine
roll
Roll away your clouds
I hate to see you circling the drain
c drink to lullaby the pain
I don't know how it feels
But I'll wait by your side
Until
"I'm the.. I'm the.. I'm the.. I'm the.."
[Chorus]
"I'm the king of.." "rock and roll!"
"I'm the king of.." "rock and roll!"
"I'm the king
We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt
Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
Making trips to Mexico running down
With your love
Stir the passion
You're thinking of
Stay with me
A while tonight
We will fly
Until morning light
[Chorus]
(Bridge:)
or Robert Cavalli
And I bet she gon' put a hurt on 'em hard in the party
And you know you kill 'em in the club we go
You was born to be a pro, how you pose
Hide your eyes, we're gonna shine tonight
Sub-atomic never get the best of me
Ain't a DJ gonna save my soul?
I sold it long ago for rock 'n roll
Drop
wreck me
Funny how I carry on, and not be taken over
Will not roll over on anyone
'Cause anyone would stand up on my side
If you want you can get
The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by
The end of the week
She simply said, "No", labelled me a ho
I said
"How you figure?" "My friends told me so"
I
we playin' golf, nigga
Ayy, trust fund, trust fund, trust fund
I get my money by lump sums
I get the check and I go dumb
Rackin' up money, got
motherfucking crew)
Yo, I know you peeped that you just can't creep
It's too steep, so take a leap because we roll too motherfucking deep
(How deep?) Deeper
can see exactly what to do, please tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band
How can we understand
Riots by the people for the people
And we smokin' that Cali dro, totin' that Calico
Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll
No one will never know, what happen behind the door
I like
buy
Sell, sell, sell
How well you learn
To not discern
Who's foe and who is friend
We'll own them all in the end
It goes like this, we have no
.jpg/214px-Jelly_Roll_Morton_(c._1927).jpg "Jelly Roll Morton")
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