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South Central Cartel - Can I Roll Wit U lyrics
[ Rhimeson ] Can I roll with you? [ Prode'je ] Nigga, what can I do? When I still seem To day-dream and fiend for green Cause one plus two, broke muthafuckas, don't equals naythin In a buck-fortyfive's what I'm waitin [ Rhimeson ] So now it's time for me to grab the strap And put you in a sleeper eternally That's what my psychic's tellin me So now I'm ridin to the sun, and I Know it ain't shit for me to lose... [ Prode'je ] ...So I Asked the big homie to put it down for me When I was down you been around for me Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola That I can rack for ya [ Rhimeson ] For sho', yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties But to drop off ki's and collect my g's My fees for this job is three g's [ Prode'je ] Let's see if I can get it crackin for me [ Prode'je ] Can I roll with you? [ Rhimeson ] Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on and poppin? [ Prode'je ] Went to the city and my big homies is ??? With my 3 g's, can I get it crackin for me? I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights [ Rhimeson ] Turn to your skull where your brains was Game recognize game, can you dig it? I did it, stackin to see what's happenin Loop - there it is, I'm handlin my biz [ Prode'je ] With this I'm buyin powdered shit So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie This whooped-up lley gon' freeze they brains like slurpies [ Rhimeson ] But I'm tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it (In a '86 coupe) in a '85 cutlass 2 O.G.'s on fo' d's, and we're comin [ Rhimeson ] Nigga, what's happenin? Shall we get to scrappin or cappin? A king-size .44 magnum to tag em [ Prode'je ] Well, I guess we'll get into some gangster shit I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch [ Rhimeson ] And I'm checkin eyes, so you best to recognize When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon' die [ Prode'je ] Right, you muthafuckas wanna see the gangstas I'm comin from the squad, I ain't no peace treaty banger [ Young Prod ] I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that's real >From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on niggas, I'm pistol-whippin your grill But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card I'm rollin a fo' do', Eagle out the window, dumpin on y'all [ Rhimeson ] And all I did was struggle for my land And I'm too much of a gee to die by another man [ Prode'je ] And understand you gotta bury me, you won't worry me With your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy |
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