Roll Up
(专辑: The Separation - 2013)
[Verse 1
Problem:] Compton, California It's well known, I
get it cracking, though I
already run my town, it's time to take it national Real is all I
ever speak, every quote is factual Lick between my girly's legs She's 'bout to cum, she grabs my 'fro Serving balls like McEnroe cheese, I
need no macaro' Play me like a
Fruity Pop, goons'll pop that cantaloupe When OT I
go OD it's two things that I'm gon' need: A
pack of bougie ghetto bitches and a
pound of fire weed That'll have me adios, gang of boos, Apollo show Fuck 'em like I
love 'em then I
dip back to the
barrio Money spinning like a
wheel, it's cool 'cause every day I
earn No one's higher, forest fire, check all the
tree I
burn Chachi Mr. Maserati, J
full of that kamikaze Pop your hottie off a
molly while she's cheesing for paparazzi Never sloppy, always cool you the
type that always lose Always making money songs when yours as short as interludes Ask you hoe, I've been the
dude beent the
truth, never fake Never hate used to have to bend the
rules to get my cake Now I
don't, now I'm straight but my bitches ain't, though Every day's a
celebration Diamond Lane, it's separation [Hook Problem:] I'm just riding 'round with my niggas smoking weed Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I'm smoking weed Handle most my business while I'm smoking weed Only the
realest of the
realest get to smoke with me So roll up... (roll up, roll up...) Go 'head, bro, roll up... (roll up) Bitch, you wanna get smoke, you'd better roll up (Roll up, roll up...) Go 'head and roll up... (roll up) Or get the
fuck from 'round me, pussy! [Verse 2
T.I.:] I've got an O
of bubble kush, finna roll that shit Dirty Sprite, 2
litre, I'm a
pour that shit Got a
bad bitch with me with a
bad bitch with her They back that ass, I
throw that D
Not bullshit, I'm dead serious All I
wanna do is get bread here Took her back to the
condo, I
didn't wan' fuck her No sir, all I
do is get head here Hydro smoke all in the
air Ten bad bitches, big derrieres Pretty toes, pretty titties, known millionaire The
Louis duffel, I
can fit about ten in there And what the
fuck I
care about if I
offend a
square? Up your ass, shove your opinion there Nigga, you looking at a
self-made millionaire Lil' nigga, but I
walk like a
grizzly bear Okay, don't get it fucked up, we with this shit What you rap 'bout, we did the
shit Remember standing in the
trap, I
had 50 nicks Six months, came up, I
had 50 bricks 100K looked like a
meal ticket back in the
day Look at me know, I
could double, triple that in a
day And that ain't some shit a
nigga just happen to say Literally, I'm tryna let you know what happened today G4 touch down, Bentley pull 'round Hopped in the
back seat, her head went down While I
roll one up, double my cup Pour up drink 'til I
throw up Everybody know I
don't give no fuck I'm rich, you don't like me? So what? I'm drop-top riding, my Westside up Hustle Gang in this bitch, nigga, get with us [Hook Problem:] I'm just riding 'round with my niggas smoking weed Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I'm smoking weed Handle most my business while I'm smoking weed Only the
realest of the
realest get to smoke with me So roll up... (roll up, roll up...) Go 'head, bro, roll up... (roll up) Bitch, you wanna get smoke, you'd better roll up (Roll up, roll up...) Go 'head and roll up... (roll up) Or get the
fuck from 'round me, pussy! [Verse 3
Snoop Dogg:] A
lot of y'all got Snoopy Dogg on y'all bucket list You wanna smoke a
bleeze? You wanna bust a
flick? I've got no problem with it my nigs, just make it quick I'm tryna lay low, hey hoe, as I
stay low in your bitch She couldn't roll a
blunt 'til I
taught the
hoe And now she's a
pro Easy though to freeze a
hoe, pleasable and feasible Scary thing, that Mary Jane Gon' do her thing no matter what Get denim up, tizatted up it's bad enough, next batter up Dreaded up, breaded up connect the
dots, set it up We blow 'til you can't get enough Like "give that up, " don't give a
fuck Rules I
bend 'em, hoes I
break 'em Take they mind and in time reshape 'em Once I
got 'em, shoot 'em, shot 'em Now the
bitch is my new assistant Looking good, steady twisting Exercise to maximize Minimize my bottom, Problem Let me tell you what I'm gon' do Diamond Lane, coming through Sell a
pound, maybe two In the
red, in the
blue Smoking green like "what it do?" [Hook Problem:] I'm just riding 'round with my niggas smoking weed Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I'm smoking weed Handle most my business while I'm smoking weed Only the
realest of the
realest get to smoke with me So roll up... (roll up, roll up...) Go 'head, bro, roll up... (roll up) Bitch, you wanna get smoke, you'd better roll up (Roll up, roll up...) Go 'head and roll up... (roll up) Or get the
fuck from 'round me, pussy! [Outro:] Yea man, you talkin bout smoking mane? I'm the
one man, I'm the
originator of this chronic shit man Niggas weren't smokin chronic til I
made it motherfuckin fashionable mane And you say you wanna smoke with me man I'm the
king of this shit mane Bob Marley made it coronated nigga So when you come make sure you come right or don't come at all I'm talkin bout master kush or Nathan mane You understand me? Ayo Problem, good lookin out mane West west nephew, Diamond Lane Haha! Yea yea, we just smoking weed Yea yea, see we just smoking weed Better ride for a
minute Ride out