Lyrics:
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend
Started
boy's goin' left on niggas
And them hoes too it's me
That nigga who ain't never got caught
My mic is wounded
I'ma test it with a touch of salt
Keep a book
Some kids grew up on mean streets
Dealin' with the crips and bloods
But me I was born on a back road
In a 4X4 rollin' through the mud
a dragon princess
She was walkin', walkin' by the river
Rollin' in a rhythm of love
I never felt like this before
I'll never stop, I just want more
Oh, St.
even make it to a station
Might break down again
But I gotta keep turnin' the engine
Runnin' on
Runnin' on fumes
With just enough to get me by
N' there
the grabba with the weed, nigga, I ain't smokin' no Dutch
I'm tryna smoke the pain away, I just been rollin' it up
Did this shit all by myself, no, I don't
had an extra six legs
Lookin' at my highlights
With a b**** with highlights
Crowd wavin' at me, all tryna' say hi right
Everything high
High,
with a gun by the groin
And what are friends for
I'm still the boss don't get sent for
Roger that 10-4
Nigga send me, point 'em out, where he at? I got
Gimme that bomb bomb, bomb, bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb beat
Gimme the good life, good
Yeah, check it out
Another day in the good life, rollin' with
Call me Fred Durst cuz I be rollin, rollin, rollin
Make ya head hurt from me smoking, smoking, smoking
Rip the sweatshirt from the choking, choking,
said so,
No sleep for the weak, right? No, bet no.
Rollin' with the punk rockers,
I ain't lying,
Fake guns, fake bands,
Fake punk, I ain't buying,
Barely knows her name, struck by fame
She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends
Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make ends
Rollin' down
night
It had me shook drinking
Peppermint schnapps with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin' there kickin' it with
soon
See the situation we sophisticated goons
I know you live by the gun then you die by it too
Niggas call me prophecy, swagging and philosophies
Yes, we know we should have been home
By this time, my darling, yesterday
See, we were rolling across Texas
And this big old memory jumped in our way
with a gangsta girl
When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta girl
When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl
When I freak, I'm gonna freak me
wit me
And be a dub you see
Niggaz would respect this
'Cause they couldn't check this, negro
With a flat top afro
But under a dove shack cap though
my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air
Let me put 'bout two in the air
Let me show these motherfuckers that I don't care
It's
I've been waiting for my lady
One hour, she finally came
She came walking by my table
And I'm thinking
What's this fox's game
To be honest, I
the air)
When they was lookin' at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair
You gon' get fucked from the dick by the back and go get you them Rolaids
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
start slangin' bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
I'm 'bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but
Hey (hey) city boy stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring No luck,
Should I throw him a rope?
Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on goin' on by, yee yee
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