Lyrics:
rowdy, (yeah)
[Snoop:]
Fuck that man,da game is to be sold, not to be told, 1st things 1st
I'm a gangsta, nigga, so I'm a roll
Ya got to get bout it
the city in our sights
Chasing dreams and flavors in those Boston nights
Cobblestone streets and the harbor's salty breeze
With every step we take it's like
at everybody image see a touch of Gates
Had a good friend, but, you killed it, threw my love away
Now they in they feelings 'cause they cannot get in touch
to the uh-uh
Everything fat
Got Mustard on a track
My girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you're
Atlanta, North South Cac-ill-ac
feels like a tsunami
Can't stop me
This music shit is way more than a hobby
An all-star from the North, yeah
Something like Crosby i'm keeping it real
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Let me know,
play you get shot like b-roll
Two commas and a whole lot of zeros (money)
Money over bitches, fuck these hoes (yeah)
I ran it up, yup, and I kept
ass niggas man
Bring they hat to they motherfucking ass man
Let these hoes know how we do it down here
[Chorus: x2]
(Down here) ha we like to roll
bending cornas awww we on then hit Wisconsin by da night
Do a show fuck some how’s that we met up in da chiiii
Dtown Indiana Mississippi Alabama
Kentucky
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track
finish
She holla out lets film it
I make her say uhhh
Like I'm living life with No Limit
She impressed by my pimping, surely convinced her I'm winning
SOUTHSIDE running it up
Had to do it for my brothers you can’t hear
I’m from the SOUTHSIDE SOUTHSIDE
I told em not a day goes by
Ion let them people know I’m
I never roll for dolo, fronting on me's a no-no
You understand? Doing this for my family (Brooklyn)
Ha ha, check it out, y'all
Yo, I'm trying
Longings, longings, longings, all in vain
Just ask vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the world
Another proud American
And as proud Americans
We let it
gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn
Romeo Mt. Clemens to Metro Beat
From Huston, to L.A., back to Stoney Creek
Like I said, roll it up take
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade
We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
{Let's do it}
Okay, Jazze
We in the motherfucking building, dip set bitch
I heard my man T I was the motherfucking king in the south
Well you know,
on
Ayy, ayy
On, they thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy
Oh, oh
Oh, he got a Rolls Royce and you know I paid for it
For that money, we untamed
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Let me know,
fry 'fore I bother you
I'm no fire, baby I done got me a spot
It's the Commission rich man represented by cops
(Chorus - 2x)
I'm on fire, on fire,
fuck me man
These hoes got a car fetish
But lets roll (roll, roll, roll)
Hit the pedal and lets ride
So much smoke pourin' out the window lookin'
throw the row of keys and let me roll
'Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know
We like our music slow but our cars go faster
I'm in
faces with the bracelet let the iron straighten it
Plus I got more hoes than the fire station
Violate it it's a ticket on your head that's a citation
it's a Jump nje nge Mzion.
Mhhh she got that fever yooh..
She wana chill by the river yooh...
Roll blunt puff and pass Ndamu tamba zwa
Tonga sa FIFA yooh
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