set it off like this I'm like RR like I had my flows beez like all girls draws be Crack da phills spread da reals in the hidash Roll it up then ask
Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin' sex with kinfolk Blaze high, then smoke Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll Two and two, four deep
go where we supposed to go Workin' since ninety-fo', I'm supposed to blow Blow on the dice, before I roll a ten-to-fo' Rollin mo-mos, optimos, they burn slow Rollin
you throw it good enough Big daddy might buy your ass a tennis bracelet 'Cause I got so much doe I don't know what to do with it Plus I got so much dro I roll
t a gangster, L7 Quick to bail out, like a nigga in jail stressin A lesson to be learnt, bout what a gangster is Not only do we roll deep, so do a gangsteress
me Read my mind, I want what you got Top down, girl, bumpin' Tupac You got too much money in your freak pants That's why I keep my ladies in a deep
bitch with a beeper, a full time tramp She can't suck dick like she's licking a stamp But she can lick it all around or swallow it whole Deep throat this
Breed we roll thick Like girls in C.A.U. with the good power-U Oww, money is the key to fame So I can live it up with the girls on Soul Train The impact
Too $hort, baby's gonna spit that rhyme At you 'cause I'm jammin', so check me I play the music, even made the beat 'Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin' Rollin
wait two weeks I want it all, don't say I won't Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't Nigga please, you provoke no feeling You must've forgot the girls
grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle Nasty girl don't pass me the world, I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep
fly big-booty girls Oh yeah, you can bet, That ya' boy ain't gon' miss the set! Chorus Verse 2 Nightfall begin to slumber Saw this real fly girl,
Hit it Hit it Hit it Coolin' with the posse, playin' it hard Rollin' two deep as I drop the top Beams from the sun light up the city As I roll through
I'm outta sight I like money, money, money, girls, girls, cash, cash I?ll let the champagne splash Yo, I'm not a gang banger but I'm good with a mash
If there's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say For all the fools who fell for first girl who comes their way I've been down that
City I said, "Welcome to Detroit City" Every place, everywhere we go Man we deep everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky That's what's good
Later that winter a son come along Spare parts And broken hearts Keep the world turnin' around Now Janey walked that baby across the floor night after night But she was a young girl