Текст песни The Union, Munnie and Misfit - Roll Wit Us
The Union, Munnie and Misfit - Roll Wit Us слова песни
Chorus: The Union (repeat 2X)How many niggaz wanna rock wit us, drop wit usMake it hot wit us, you can shop wit usPlot wit us, cop a droptop wit usAnd if you ain`t ready to roll, you not wit usVerse One: MisfitI`m livin my life, spinnin in dice, women and iceYou`re pretendin you`re nice, ready wrote raps, men into micewith a casual switch, heart of a lion, tongue of a snitchSon of a bitch is the gold-plated, gun of the richWelcome to the world I`m runnin the shit, me and the beat clicklike the gun and the clip, rhymes in the head like one at the tipShootin off at the mouth, y`all ain`t got no winsAnd I ain`t new to this nigga, me and the mic is old friendsUp in the gold Benz with gold rims a blunt and the flyest bitcheswhile you decide if it`s a front, or a sign of richesI`m hoppin out, iced up, in designer stitches of courseand you still wonder what it costWe floss, me and Munnie B, sippin Sunny DDirty hearts and bad company, you don`t wanna see me angryBoy my click on, shit y`all wish onExpedition, we glist-en, keep the list-enKeep the piss on, diamonds, on my wrist longY`all just full of smoke like ChristionIf the shit`s on, then it`s onMe Misfit, Henny sipCould harm, any click, could charm, any bitchDon`t ask, can he rip, y`all suck, too many dicksI be, with plnety players, learned, from many pimpsY`all money came and it went, mines is still herethe dimes is still here, the rhymes is still herethe crimes is still hereSomethin you feel here, everything is real hereNothing fictitious, regardless of the bad luck y`all wish usYour click lust for life, what we touch in a weekUp in the club, touchin the freaksThe dancefloor, leads to the sheetsAnd all beef, will eventually, lead to the heatI`m right across the water, knowin that the city don`t sleepBut for the mill-ions, feel me y`all, comin in peaceMisfit, from out of the Big EastChorusVerse Two: MunnieTo me Munnie/money is never majorcause see I rock gators in many flavorsPlayers they hate us cause we big willies with navigatorsOut to get the money pushin 320`s, windows tintedWhile my shit is legally represented, your shit is rentedStackin my chips, mackin my bitch, got crack addicts waxin my whipsFull credits on clips, my chick stash between her hipsFlexin my Benjamins, eatin at Bennigan`sMe and my women friend, me and my Junior M.A.F.I.A. like Kim and themSwimmin in women, laced wit nuttin but designer linenYes the finer women, if you rocked in em, I slide up in emWent from rags to riches, baggin bitches, lyrically viciousYour wish is just hopin maybe you can rock designer stitchesEnterprise thick, strictly wise guys runnin my shitGun in my clip, and if you talk slick, we runnin your shitReally, I`m not a player I`m just crush a lotwith thugs that bust a lotWe like to make money and fuck a lotSex in a Expedition see that`s tradition, my next editionis sexin flexin my complex position, listenI`m Gambino with Nino, and I`m runnin shit with the dogI`m physically chubby and still got it locked like Boss HogNo matter the cost, me and my Union niggaz we flossAnd if your money couldn`t stretch, get lost, or be tossedChorus