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Roscoe - It's That Time Again lyrics
feat. LaToiya Williams Yeah Roscoe Supafly on the track It's real big tonight Super Big C'mon [Chorus: LaToiya Williams] It's that time again and the place to be Hands in the air, if you really wanna party I'll take you there Everybody get your groove on everywhere, everywhere It's that time again and the place to be I love to see, everybody wanna party with a DPG Take a toast and nigga get ready for the good part [Verse 1: Roscoe] Here we go again Crenshaw Boulevard Hittin switches in the fours again Time to go Spring Break shoppin and get some clothes again All Eyes as we rollin in under the end ? lewis Hit the Beverly Center the Hennessey and mystic Mixed with this Indo got me lifted O-Dizzle with the bomb dizzle now my nizzle bizzle twist it Be legit it stack, now let me hit it Ladies chase me and bustas scheme See me caught up in the twist as I bust this dream Too fly when we cruise by Me and my Westside riders and plus my original squad In PA sippin E & J Dippin the everyday Chevrolets candy painted Got my eyes wide shut Kick back for a minute Let my high rise up I can't be faded tough guys wise up [Chorus] [Verse 2: Roscoe] You wanna party with a DPG Come and holla at me I'll be up in Dark House with all the homies Poppin my call happy Doin it big as ever In the City of Angels, Devils and pretty weather The shark packed with bumper to bumper traffic All bouncin and 40 ouncin Hydraulic wit it, alcoholic wit it Bumper paint and polished demolished But we ain't trippin we got heavy wallets Sittin on dubs, rollin on three wheels On the Four with mugs and Four with big wheels Just breezing, and all the non-believers eventually end up believing Roscoe de Soto the brown bomber Philly fanatic automatic packin with my khakis saggin Philaphorn I-A, Y-A where everyday is Friday C'mon [Chorus] [Verse 3: Roscoe] You know the Young Assassins gon get it crackin Everytime we mashin Runnin 'em up, actin a straight nut When the Yak in my cup spills, I get a refill Enemies plottin on me y'all better keep chill I put it down like a G supposed to And show you something that only a G could show you Makin all the cheese leavin mice with tofu Young but I'm cool laid back and old school Come here girl let me show you how to G Walk And maybe after we could sneak off Talent scout with a casting couch If you ain't got no talent ya gotta get out Let me rock the breezies one time With my bump rhyme I show them how to do the snake with they jaw line I'm DP'ed out With every piece of love in the club that could follow me out And they all mine [Chorus] - repeats as Roscoe talks in the background |
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