Lyrics:
Oh
How could you judge?
How could you switch up on me in my darkest hour, how could you?
What's the worst could happen, rollin' with myself?
I
heavenly
And you can tell it's me, just by the smell
Our own kush to inhale, the McQeen shots to celebrate the times when we couldn't be here
Rollin' up
.
Jump up and down cus that's the 311 style.
Cruise on by the frowners float follow me now with a smile.
Looking at the ocean I say there's plenty.
south of heaven
Heaven, heaven, heaven
Yeahhhh
Turn it up, turn it up turn it up
Ughh come onnnnn
Kid rock motherfucker with the tbt
Rollin
What's up?
Yo, this C-Note, Rollers tried to jack a nigga up
'Cause a nigga with a pearl rollin' on a Coupe with goldens
Yo, man, what's up? This
mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one
Every time I kissed one, I missed one, let me explain
Eight years before The Game, everything came with pain
Lookin' at my highlights
With a bitch with highlights
Crowd wavin' at me, all tryna' say hi right
Everything high
High, high, high, high, high, high
When I'm rollin' up my window.
F*** 'em!
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
N****s poppin' s***
When I'm rollin' up my window.
Fuck 'em!
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
When I'm rollin' up my window.
Fuck 'em!
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
need none of that cause I'm Bone, Bone
Look at me tipsy sippin' on Grey Goose, finna let loose cause I can
Fuckin' with people that's off in
model girls, Gucci and Prada girls
And all the ghetto divas in the hood
Women that be steady stackin' ends
Rollin' Lexus or Benz with rims and know how
people
My music bangin like vatos locos got rap in a choke hold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Cállate la boca, my baby
All I wanna
the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that shit with some lethal
Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That nigga's shook to death from the first fuckin
I know you niggas ain't fuckin' with me
[Chorus]
How dare these niggas try to fuckin' hate on me
Come out and make records sound just like me
is appropriate
I'ma put it to your skullcap and open it
Leave it on the side with that
Ho you was rollin' with
I'm rollin' with the nine millimeter
You've come along
You light up my life
You give me hope
To carry on
You light up my days
and fill my nights with song
Rollin' at sea,
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
wanna be me, I just wanna be free
Never heard 'em talk cheap
Fuck a bad bitch to sleep
Take Tequila shots in the AM
Give you a play by play on
How to get
A dog couldn't catch me ass out
Tell me who can stop when Dre makin' moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving 'em eargasms with my mellow accent
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you
Whoa, ooh, yeah, superstar, whoa, superstar (yeah)
Talk to me, baby (yeah)
(One, two, three, four)
Rollin' with my windows dropped
Wind
Stay 100 proof
2nd coming soon
Rollin with God
Walk in Love
And spreading truth
Got me
Rollin wit God
He leads the team
Royal Majesty
Got me rollin wit
the motive
Ok im rolling
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First we slide by
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