Текст песни 115 - Roll `em Up
115 - Roll `em Up слова песни
[Tadatay]Well it`s the cream of the cropI straight flows for the blockThe party ain`t over till I`m pullin` out the glockUnnecessary, that I unleash the realI rubbin` you the right way like Johnny Gill, feelA playa tryin` to put it down on the townEven though all the hatas being aroundI still clownWith the sound that will keep you pumpedI`m pushin` nothin` but this 11/5 gangsta funkWhen I skunkCreepin` with my ACG`sWith the Vegas and the weedGot to let the brain feedNot a bad boyBut I put it down like MaseIn the thug categoryTryin` to shake the faceGame laceTighter than a pair of new Jordan`sHoldin` down the line like my name Ken NortonFor the teamRollin` up suckas like greenBud even hatas in the townGotta show me love[Chorus]I got sacks of weedAnd we can hit the cutsAnd roll `em upRoll `em upWhen you dealin` wit the mobFool you know what`s upCuz we`ll roll ya upRoll ya upWhen you in the Sco townDon`t press your luckJust roll `em upRoll `em upOr hit the heel for the nadeAnd we can blow thangs upCuz I rolls `em upRolls `em up[Tadatay]Represent the tip of the ScoLettin` hatas knowHow a playa roll when I hit the doorLettin` off smoke like the wild wild westBlowin` nade can`t mess wit the cestI got a complexI need premiumGrade A dosiaGirl I`m a soldjaCan`t nothin` hold APlaya from the point downIn the backgroundDawgs yellin` kill-a-whatLettin` off nine roundsIt`s all over nowHad `em jack at the hashPlus I got a twomp sack stashed in the ash-trayTrip, it`s the playa TaydatayPut it down like a hogFor my homies all dayIt`s the bomb bayWhere real G`s parlayWon`t stop rollin` blunts till judgement dayCall it what you wantBut I`m addicted to the cannabisBustas can`t handle thisCuz we so scandalous[Chorus][Tadatay]Hit the liquor store for some pourThey wanna see me fallCuz they can`t roll wit the hogLivin` in the city of the fogKeep a trail hillFor the real dealOff the nade and a mad dogIt`s your carThe girl ridin` shotgunShe wannna heat the hottub for some actionGrab the gat sonI don`t trust neer trickNina Ross in the cutsCan you handle itYou know I come equippedWith another clipPull out another bluntRoll another sack of hempDon`t tripIt`s just a mob fashionWhen I start flashin`I might start blastin`, offTo the land of unknownLet me call Big Mac on the cloneYou know it`s onLookin` for more indo smokeHit 3rd street fiendin` for some JC bolo[Chorus] x2