Lyrics:
everybody know Roy doesn't get caught
Now he's feeling like Superman
To the trooper stand, with an Uzi in his hand
Now Roy's gotta answer
The pig's
supplying
Heated, stop answering, start spending them niggas calls
Every time he went to see him he went in them rented cars
So it was even harder to find
Drive-by 207 and 11-24
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Bust his mothafuckin' head, got his mothafuckin' neck
Plus 11-99 in his mothafuckin' chest
I split dough with me, me and me
So much money in my jewelry that I'm damn near sorry
So I'm a trade my earrings in, and get a Ferrari
I buy cars
gotta realize, the boys on the east side
You call em S-A's, I call em allies
Because the day that we all unite
Watch the pigs get real polite
Punk
Car, car dripping Candy Paint
Car dripping candy- Car, car dripping Candy Paint
Straight flossin on you nigs
Slab with the droptop ballin in the mix
game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you jump your pretty ass in my car in my car
Illa-fo-reala my nilla dilla never caught
Always acting hard
I keep a, millimeter in my waist and got two more in the car
Yeah you all 'bout to get it, so quit
the shop!
'Til an AK took my head off
In a drug deal gone way wrong
By some weird Asian dude
That they called Knobby Tong
Still they called it suicide...
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah
Already Know
Hol' up
Headshot dead shot
Ran up on the n**** in the park-lot
Where was my mans
Can't fuck with the pig, but
(You know what's up Sen)
Shoot your ass down! And by the way, you get
A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (In your head!)
A hole in
(You know what's up Sen)
Shoot your ass down! And by the way, you get
A hole in your head
A fuckin' hole in your head (In your head!)
A hole in
And I should slow, I should slow down
But I can't, cause you drive, you wild
Girl I get a rush
When we're speeding in my car
Sometimes it's too much
being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin' line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must think it's a G
Gotta kill a cop, gotta kill a cop pop
I'ma put that pig in a blanket
I'ma put that pig in a blanket
I'ma put that pig in a blanket
Said he'd put that
off your holster and your gat and let's scrap
But porkey the pig don't wanna get em up
Unless you got your hands in some cuffs
Will i break the law if i
yeah so run that shit E, yeah
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Verse One:
Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
Jackin' tha freaks clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get
Get lost in the rattle of the drum, never feel it when you crash
We don't ever have to go back
We can keep on going 'til the gods turns us back into
Get in the car
Jeezy in Philly
Hop in the car with my niggas
This age anything my niggas wit then I'm wit it
We can hit the deck that be right next
you know I'm a P-I-M-P
If I see this shit, I want it, I get it, nigga
I ain't got time for no lease (yeah)
Snub-nose revolver in my pocket, I shoot
Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes like
pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
Yo, when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like
a Jeep
How sweet! "Now get the fuck out the car!"
Slammed the bitch down on the tar, now she needs CPR
but I don't give a fuck, I just jetted
My
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