Lyrics:
And he was trying his best to not get caught
By the sheriff and his gang
Radar on the dash and a dog named flash it was
Roscoe P Coltrain
He
wave
Pretty little toes stunting on these hoes
Buy another bag soon as I get paid
Bad little vibe, keep her by my side
Case a dirty bitch gotta catch
day, fuck em all night
Hit the switch on yo six fo's
[Verse 2: Roscoe]
Naps, rock, skit
West Coast style t-shirt, khaki lack
Swerve in
it's a free throw
Long time mi love you, designed by heat and struggle
With poem rhymes, I bubble, I grind these motherfuckers
They never seen nothin'
That shit you saying just ain't making no sense
By end of year, I need my name on a blimp
Can't make me rich? Then it can't pay the rent
Took over
it like this when I drop at you
Let you know that I'm the Twist' when I pop at you
Comin' at you in the Mission Impossible
Let's go to Roscoe's
thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
'cause this shit'll never
just like gerbaud...been raping since a pistol packing snotty nose, roscoe at yo front door asking what’s the valuables...see my maturation think I’m
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My hearts on the sleeve-a
ya'll basically just
on it
Chinese Queen, Parasuco jeans on her
Rock long jeans, known for throwing blings on her
I stay king, by any means, scream on it nigga
Come on, let's
(Chill Basel, chill)
(Go)
Hm-hm, hm (go)
In a bulletproof black Tahoe
We gon' box 'em up wholesale like it's Costco
Dash like I'm Roscoe
Presidential campaign
Y.A.
DPG
Nate Dogg
Roscoe
We bout to hit em like this
DOGG POUND!!
Let em know that your fucking tonight
Let em now
Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta (yeah, who is it)
The girls all pause (Roscoe)
Dogg Pound (Nate Dogg, Kurupt) DOGG POUND (h.g)
Where
is a hundred K
And I'm tryna get this money made (Ayy!)
By any means, and by that I mean in a bunch of ways
And my team is making so tough a wave
If
Presidential campaign
Y.A.
DPG
Nate Dogg
Roscoe
We bout to hit em like this
DOGG POUND!!
Let em know that your fucking tonight
Let em now
up a long time
R.O.S.C.O.E. I done blew up like a landmine
And I'm winnin by a land slide
[Chorus]
I got my own steps
I got my own style
[repeat 4x]
I don't give a fuck about anything, that you're telling me
Cause right now it's all, irrelevant
I'm so high I won't, remember it
And I wish that this
dwells
Desires of a church choir, Trinity United
I think of good memories that Hennessy provided
Memories divided by perception
Will it be water for
guy,fly guy wit a nice gown gucci top with the nikes high, or the Lv with the v neck T fly, so fly on the beach..beach chair loud damn shampaign from
Aye tell me what you need need hit my side line
In WeHo blowing dope for fee fo in the sky
Booted up blunt fruited up on Roscoe fried
Swipe so much hope
get back
Putting you f**** inna packs
Smoking you rats
Pussy niggas gettin smacked
Me and my brodie we finna toke Roscoe
When we see em we letting that
I couldn't give a fuck
You're not in the gang?
Don't fuck with me, don't talk to me
Don't touch me, don't high five me
Don't spud me
We cool
I got
sold
Comin out bussing I’m bold
Hey I’m the king of the spades
King of the hearts what can I say
King of the dark clubs, diamonds
Sharp as an ace-high
in it
High like Elton john
Don't even know
What kinda strains in it
People like you better when you up
Its Kinda strange innit
Roscoe by the waist will
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