roll to me Look around your world pretty baby Is it everything you hoped it'd be The wrong guy, the wrong situation The right time to roll to me
译文: 四年强. 卷对我.
to roll to me Look around your world pretty baby Is it everything you hoped it'd be The wrong guy, the wrong situation The right time to roll to me
' Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the four-twenty Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money? Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start
8) (verse four) Niggers want to know about me and the...... We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago But there's a new rule starting tonight Dis'me
Gotta keep rollin, just can't stop Only two worries are a thief or the cops People keep sayin: it's all so wrong But the rocks roll strong all night long
in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked
me break Had these niggaz skating on ice, doing a figure eight Twelve getting strong in the game, y'all can't touch me I must be, made out of steel,
snort-caine niggaz Extortion came quicker, bought the Range nigga Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be til Lil' Cease crippled me Now
hills, for niggaz in ghettos Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four
just to get it on Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho now they coming with me That'
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz And this goes on until I'm old and gray When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz And this goes
in the cold But real niggaz never fall, if I'm a hundred years old I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die Hey, my papa told me, boy if
it by yourself 'Cause you a strong woman, girl, enjoy your life And no matter what they say keep your head to the sky Now it's eight years later, everybody
throw the cards in and pray I get a better deal Guns excite me, keep atleast a hundred wifeys My duns up in the pens y'all need to write me Street cadets
life sign of us after two and a half years. And after all those rumours going around about this band - me leaving the band, me splitting up, or the
squeal But chill, see you on the next V I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent ya flicks Your brother's buck whilin' and four Maine, he wrote me
