Roll My Shit - The Game feat Snoop & Pharrell
N_gga I tell the b_tch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my sh_t
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my sh_t
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now b_tch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it
When I infiltrate Des Moines sometimes I feel like goin' back to sleep
But I gotta keep this product on the street
Tryna take over my turf
Stretch me out in a hurse cause that is what it's worth
Baby momma keeps sweatin' it n_gga, cause the rent's due
Twon son's, daughter on the way, I think I'm French too
Get out on the streets stack the money like bill Gates
And do whatever it takes to keep my family straight
Livin' in compent, some say it's suicide
Crossin' the street and catch a bullet from a drive by
My homie Dan's got it sippin' on a seance
So many dead homies
When I hear about it I can't cry
I lost my grandmother, that's when I flipped
Only decision to make now, blood or a crip
Drove across the tracks, opened up the door on my Lac
Put the dope in the front, hop in the back
It was like that
N_gga I tell the b_tch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my sh_t
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my sh_t
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now b_tch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it
Throwin' some clothes, grab the 4 and hit the back door
Pop the back gate and meet the fiends by the liquor store
Cops drop by, lookin' at us like we stole somethin'
They hit the brakes, that's when everybody starts runnin'
8 ball in my sock, spring down the block
Cut through the projects and that's when I threw Glock
God damn it felt good to be a home free
The city don't sleep, right next to Long Beach
Art of survivin', this motherf_ckin' jungle
Runnin' with the wrong n_ggas, that will take you under
That's what happened to my n_gga Big Wheel
Trusted the wrong b_tch, that's what got his ass killed
A blunt and some Hennessey, a lot of good memories
How do you survive when everybody's your enemy?
Before you brush your teeth grab your strap
Cause n_ggas will pull the jack and b_tches will peel you kak
Believe that
N_gga I tell the b_tch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my sh_t
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my sh_t
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now b_tch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it
Ain't nothin' better than a down ass b_tch
When you're locked up in the pen and she sellin' you neck and flicks
On the tear, reminiscin' like a mother
Two strikes on the case file, locked up state
Now tell me how the f_ck I'm supposed to be a father to my kids?
Son gang bangin' cause his daddy doin' nine years
And that happens in every hood in America
Shoot your own brother up and wonder why they scared of ya
And your momma at home without a back bone
Your girl gettin' tired of waitin' so she get her back blown
By your homie, that used to be your man
And you can't do sh_t cause you're sittin' in the can
And when you get out, you'll probly go and kill this nig
On the third strike, man the jury 'bout to kill this n_gga
That's why I don't trust a n_gga or a b_tch
Cause either way a n_gga always ends up caught up in some sh_t
N_gga I tell the b_tch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my sh_t
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my sh_t
Now smoke with me, I got my folk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now b_tch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it
Yea
Game recognize game, nephew
See, when a b_tch with me she know if to talk
She gon sit down, shut the f_ck up and roll motherf_ckin' weed
Talkin' is not an issue, you understand me?
B_tch, you do as I say
When I tell you to talk, you talk and I ain't told you to talk so shut the f_ck up
You hear me?
Real pimp sh_t n_gga
West Coast
We stay keepin' our hoes in check
Hey, that's your own problem man
B_tches takin' your all equip, runnin' you n_ggas crazy
Got n_ggas wanna kill like yourself
Man, f_ck a b_tch man
I grab a b_tch, same dizzle and wizzle
You understand me?
I keep b_tches like I keep weed
I got blueberry, AK-47, train reck
Whatever you need
You dig?
That's it
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