Текст песни Taydatay - Roll `Em Up
Taydatay - Roll `Em Up слова песни
well it`s the cream of the cropwe straight flow from 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 Gillfeel, a nigga 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 motherfuckin` gangsta funkwhen I skunkcreepin` with my ACGwith 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 nickels like greenbud and you hatas in the towngot to 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 upcause we`ll roll you uproll you upwhen you in the sco towndon`t press your luckjust roll `em uproll `em upor hit the heel for the nadeand we can blow shit upcause I`m rolls `em uprolls `em uprepresent the tip of the scolettin` niggas knowhow a playa rolls when I hit the doorlettin` off smoke like the wild wild westblowin` nade can`t fuck wit the cestI got a complexI need premiumgrade A dojahbitch I`m a soldjacan`t nothin` hold yanigga from the point downin the backgroundniggas yellin` kill-a-hoelettin` off nine roundsit`s all over nowhad `em jack at the hashPlus I got a twamp sack stashed in the ash trayDre, bitches and nigga Taydatayput it down like a hogfor my niggas all dayit`s the bomb baya real G parlaywon`t stop rollin` blunts till judgement daycall it what you wantbut I`m addicted to the cannabisniggas can`t handle thisCuz I`m so scandalous[chorus]hit the liquor store for some pourfuck all of y`allif you 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 bitch ridin` shotgunshe wants to heat the hottub for some action grab the gat sonI don`t trust neer bitchNina Rostine in the cutscan you handle thisyou know I come equippedwith an extra clippull out another bluntroll another sack of hempdon`t tripjust to my fashionwhen I start flashin`I might start blastin`off to the land of unknownlet me call Big Mac on the clomeyou know it`s onlookin` for more endo smokehit 3rd street fiendin` for some JC roll bowl