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Roscoe - 5 Seconds lyrics
You niggaz just don't get it do you? Young Roscoe the sodo YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt Young Gotti Yeah, started November 23, 1972 and 83 [Hook] Put me on lockdown and sneak out back And when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sack Lets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy Not while you listening to my CD You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject I'll even give you 5 seconds [Roscoe] The wait is finally done with, the time is now YA, like who want it, we in it to run it The album's done nigga, Volume 1 nigga Tabasco sause all over the track That nigga Roscoe'll boss all over the track He make the "Girls All Pause" yeah they open to that Now who you know the flow talking about, approachin a mac? Without a stack of doe with some doe doe to roll fat I'm a top notch nigga, hand and cotch trippa Cut your arm of to get to the watch quicka Not tryin to do it all, can't see Juvy hall Too many booty calls my nigga, duty calls I'm used to ditching classes roamin through the halls [Hook] Put me on lockdown and sneak out back And when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sack Lets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy Not while you listening to my CD You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject I'll even give you 5 seconds [Roscoe] Ha ha! These young niggaroes comin with sicka flows Hit you with the figga 4, Rock Bottom Me and my dogs gettin paper'd up Rippin 'em up after sherds and YA it up from top to bottom (Rocks!)Yeah we got that but we don't wear 'em (What about Glocks?!)Yeah we got those bu we don't carry (What about Plots?!)Fo sho we got those, but we don't ever share 'em We bury 'em in the back of our mind until it's time to smash Only in it temporary for cash And stearin clear from the phonies, cus they scary to blast But where were the mass murderin Young Assassins murderin tracks To linguish and we all know how to act It's YA till we die, do or die, homocide When we rob, when we ride, nigga side We oblide by the rules, ride by the fools Throwin up my squad, holdin up high for the crew You know how we do... Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money and shake... Oh 5 seconds [Roscoe] I'm breakin 'em off like the umbilicle cord Takin 'em off the billboard Chargin through at full force And first to walk in, torch 'em, I'm hot to death Ready scorch 'em, I'll leave 'em all stiff like starch I noticed a lotta y'all pups like to bark But don't never hit the fence at night when it gets dark You better hope the pitbulls never get loose CUs best believe we comin to get you shitzu I'm scopin so many sheep in wolves clothin, it's pitiful Analyze the situation, hypocritical Sinical criminals, indispicable individuals Supplyin the heat rock bumpin through yo digital Whenever you dippin through the ghetto Whippin the 6-2 Chevy, blowin heavy, goin 70 With one hand on the steering wheel tryin to hold it steady Hittin the switch Cus only Dogg Pound Gangstas could spit it like this And that's on the intro, so big, so big |
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