Lyric Roll Em Up
well it s the cream of the crop
we straight flow from the block
the party ain t over till I m pullin out the glock
unnecessary, that I unleash the real
I rubbin you the right way like Johnny Gill
feel, a nigga tryin to put it down on the town
even though all the hatas being around
I still clown
with the sound that will keep you pumped
I m pushin nothin but this motherfuckin gangsta funk
when I skunk
creepin with my ACG
with the Vegas and the weed
got to let the brain feed
not a bad boy
but I put it down like Mase
in the thug category
tryin to shake the face
game lace
tighter than a pair of new Jordan s
holdin down the line like my name Ken Norton
for the team
rollin up nickels like green
bud and you hatas in the town
got to show me love
[chorus]
I got sacks of weed
and we can hit the cuts
and roll em up
roll em up
when you dealin wit the mob
fool you know what s up
cause we ll roll you up
roll you up
when you in the sco town
don t press your luck
just roll em up
roll em up
or hit the heel for the nade
and we can blow shit up
cause I m rolls em up
rolls em up
represent the tip of the sco
lettin niggas know
how a playa rolls when I hit the door
lettin off smoke like the wild wild west
blowin nade can t fuck wit the cest
I got a complex
I need premium
grade A dojah
bitch I m a soldja
can t nothin hold ya
nigga from the point down
in the background
niggas yellin kill-a-hoe
lettin off nine rounds
it s all over now
had em jack at the hash
Plus I got a twamp sack stashed in the ash tray
Dre, bitches and nigga Taydatay
put it down like a hog
for my niggas all day
it s the bomb bay
a real G parlay
won t stop rollin blunts till judgement day
call it what you want
but I m addicted to the cannabis
niggas can t handle this
Cuz I m so scandalous
[chorus]
hit the liquor store for some pour
fuck all of y all
if you can t roll wit the hog
Livin in the city of the fog
keep a trail hill
for the real deal
off the nade and a mad dog
it s your car
the bitch ridin shotgun
she wants to heat the hottub for some action
grab the gat son
I don t trust neer bitch
Nina Rostine in the cuts
can you handle this
you know I come equipped
with an extra clip
pull out another blunt
roll another sack of hemp
don t trip
just to my fashion
when I start flashin
I might start blastin
off to the land of unknown
let me call Big Mac on the clome
you know it s on
lookin for more endo smoke
hit 3rd street fiendin for some JC roll bowl
we straight flow from the block
the party ain t over till I m pullin out the glock
unnecessary, that I unleash the real
I rubbin you the right way like Johnny Gill
feel, a nigga tryin to put it down on the town
even though all the hatas being around
I still clown
with the sound that will keep you pumped
I m pushin nothin but this motherfuckin gangsta funk
when I skunk
creepin with my ACG
with the Vegas and the weed
got to let the brain feed
not a bad boy
but I put it down like Mase
in the thug category
tryin to shake the face
game lace
tighter than a pair of new Jordan s
holdin down the line like my name Ken Norton
for the team
rollin up nickels like green
bud and you hatas in the town
got to show me love
[chorus]
I got sacks of weed
and we can hit the cuts
and roll em up
roll em up
when you dealin wit the mob
fool you know what s up
cause we ll roll you up
roll you up
when you in the sco town
don t press your luck
just roll em up
roll em up
or hit the heel for the nade
and we can blow shit up
cause I m rolls em up
rolls em up
represent the tip of the sco
lettin niggas know
how a playa rolls when I hit the door
lettin off smoke like the wild wild west
blowin nade can t fuck wit the cest
I got a complex
I need premium
grade A dojah
bitch I m a soldja
can t nothin hold ya
nigga from the point down
in the background
niggas yellin kill-a-hoe
lettin off nine rounds
it s all over now
had em jack at the hash
Plus I got a twamp sack stashed in the ash tray
Dre, bitches and nigga Taydatay
put it down like a hog
for my niggas all day
it s the bomb bay
a real G parlay
won t stop rollin blunts till judgement day
call it what you want
but I m addicted to the cannabis
niggas can t handle this
Cuz I m so scandalous
[chorus]
hit the liquor store for some pour
fuck all of y all
if you can t roll wit the hog
Livin in the city of the fog
keep a trail hill
for the real deal
off the nade and a mad dog
it s your car
the bitch ridin shotgun
she wants to heat the hottub for some action
grab the gat son
I don t trust neer bitch
Nina Rostine in the cuts
can you handle this
you know I come equipped
with an extra clip
pull out another blunt
roll another sack of hemp
don t trip
just to my fashion
when I start flashin
I might start blastin
off to the land of unknown
let me call Big Mac on the clome
you know it s on
lookin for more endo smoke
hit 3rd street fiendin for some JC roll bowl
