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to anybody in your damn family
Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grand mammy
Your right hand man Randy, understand me
In Atlanta I got an outlandish
Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug
Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug
Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood
"Roll over
thirsty and they nodding and the be ?
They see me my actions
I cruise by in a Beemer just laughing
I let that rock and roll
I coping poppy's load
It
Rollin through the block bumpin Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
who's Mike Tyson rivercat I's wide shut da fuck up like 7 rivercat I candy paintball gun rivercat I roll over Beethoven rivercat I lika brown rivecat I
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with
I got a black top road out in front of me
And I might just tear it up
I gotta rock'n'roll Jones pumpin' in deep
Just might tear it up
Gimme
studied all of
Our Motives and realized
Where Just students
Masturbating over dating
What they worship satan
Conversations with the devil
Got you feeling
a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace,
a choice but to roll on
We found a family spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace,
we live by the codes of Cobras
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, we're in Pensacola
The end is over, Coroner come
over, Coroner come roll him over
And I don't just look real, this crook deals coke
Only thing whiter dog is Brook Shields
Harlem, holla back, how
quiet and sweet
Now your name's all over the street
Used to charge it by the hour
Now you own an apartment tower
It's a shame about your former
down over a pier, now I'm looking straight over my peers
Cheers, we had a hell of a year, living it up like the ending is near
Switching it up like I'm
like na, na, na, na, na, na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is good
You know the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over
Roll with us or get rolled
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
sourdough
Growing up I never fit in
Chilling in the outer zone
Things been only getting better
Feeling like I'm Howard Jones
I gotta shine each time I
Step up
You never hear that we buckle
Beef? we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double
Unless you want
Be honest with yourself ma nigga bury those lies
It's over believe me
The scrolls have been written
You've been praying to God and Jehovah's been
interception by Garner, and United are on the counter-attack. The ball is out to Fernandes. He cuts the ball back to Kane; he dummies Mendez and rolls it back
Luther King
And still the train rolls forward over history's rugged trail
Straightening by the journey and the land beneath her rail
And you and I roll
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
the shit
Bitches get the cock and savor it
They say Jim Jones the capo my favorite
Cause some of this shit my city wasn't built up over
Drugs and money,
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