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Saukrates - Rollin lyrics
featuring Masta Ase O.C. Intro: Masta Ace Yeah just like I was sayin things are same all over it dont matter where you come from east coast west coast T dot O dot down south you gotta keep rollin if you gonna get thru all this [Masta Ace] yo yo I makes green backs of mean tracks it seems that life aint nuttin but phat cars and green stack 2 storeys high I wouldnt wanna die po broke and lonely, no joke Im only a hop jump and skip, from 30, gotta get my hands dirty if I wanna see cash thats gon last I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart wheres the math, gotta go for broke witout a cast aint shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes we floats flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers crack makers never left the neighbourhood cash rules everything except me thats what cream mean, dont rule the rhyme on valentines day nigga, you still couldnt find the heart to try to step to, fuck wit mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin nigga and lets get all this dough like Pillbury and I still bury wack rappers in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year to and my tongue will tear you keep rollin in dough and son I hear you Chorus Baby roll wit me, maybe you can see what all life can be (what you gonna do when your mind gets old) [Saukrates] (make money)the slogn of ghetto dwellers in such (take money)the phrase of an organized bank rush sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone interceptin drug carriers and takin they home popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck solidify your cash, your the biggest guy gotta tooken out, the bitch caught a disease for the plague Saukrates now who's got the g's desperado, get away cars hittin the throttle pinchin diamonds the size of the lotto any kind of hesitation to 25 ta life you get come out, kickin Carlito cuz you cant resist in your world wife and kids become the minority cause yens, franks, marks and dollars become your priority on stage frontin as if your mic makes all your cream father time paid off the sandman and saw your dream nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it cuz I did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics realize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperate they'd sell they mother for a 7 digit figure Dont you get it... Chorus [O.C.] Yo Sauk, yo Ace, whats up wit money over there whppin on the street like he just dont care his flambouyancy annoying, ignorant nigga figure he gon roll all his life thinkin he gon roll all his life being big bad and bold and what, sellin drugs on the street aint nuttin but a sucka he gets fucked and his mind mad mushy intelligents all fuzzy, get shot street nigga forgot who was he in it for all things respect you rightful to fall of in life either deceased or arrested mastermind desgined you had thru a science giver mad man reigned over major alliance your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds sluts and scars , draggin behind bars still the wake up call, face off the jail bully takin your man hood, thought you had a pussy come home seen your man, now the lies arise tellin your man you was fightin niggas twice your size your concious is feelin it, sippin a brew 2 years you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one mental swollen and your manhood stolen wrecked and got dugout for the price of gold Chorus |
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