歌曲 | Can I Roll Wit U |
歌手 | South Central Cartel |
专辑 | All Day Everyday |
作词 : Isley, Isley, Isley, Isley ... | |
Can I roll with you? | |
[Prode'je] | |
Nigga, what can I do? | |
When I still seem | |
To day-dream and fiend for green | |
Cause one plus two, broke muthafuckas, don't equals naythin | |
In a buck-fortyfive's what I'm waitin | |
[Rhimeson] | |
So now it's time for me to grab the strap | |
And put you in a sleeper eternally | |
That's what my psychic's tellin me | |
So now I'm ridin to the sun, and I | |
Know it ain't shit for me to lose... | |
[Prode'je] ...So I | |
Asked the big homie to put it down for me | |
When I was down you been around for me | |
Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola | |
That I can rack for ya | |
[Rhimeson] | |
For sho', yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City | |
Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties | |
But to drop off ki's and collect my g's | |
My fees for this job is three g's | |
[Prode'je] | |
Let's see if I can get it crackin for me | |
[Prode'je] | |
Can I roll with you? | |
[Rhimeson] | |
Nigga, what can I do | |
For you, now that it's really on and poppin? | |
[Prode'je] | |
Went to the city and my big homies is ??? | |
With my 3 g's, can I get it crackin for me? | |
I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes | |
So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights | |
[Rhimeson] | |
Turn to your skull where your brains was | |
Game recognize game, can you dig it? | |
I did it, stackin to see what's happenin | |
Loop - there it is, I'm handlin my biz | |
[Prode'je] | |
With this I'm buyin powdered shit | |
So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot | |
Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie | |
This whooped-up lley gon' freeze they brains like slurpies | |
[Rhimeson] | |
But I'm tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket | |
Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it | |
(In a '86 coupe) in a '85 cutlass | |
2 O.G.'s on fo' d's, and we're comin | |
[Rhimeson] | |
Nigga, what's happenin? | |
Shall we get to scrappin or cappin? | |
A king-size .44 magnum to tag em | |
[Prode'je] | |
Well, I guess we'll get into some gangster shit | |
I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch | |
[Rhimeson] | |
And I'm checkin eyes, so you best to recognize | |
When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon' die | |
[Prode'je] | |
Right, you muthafuckas wanna see the gangstas | |
I'm comin from the squad, I ain't no peace treaty banger | |
[Young Prod] | |
I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that's real | |
From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on niggas, I'm pistol-whippin your grill | |
But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card | |
I'm rollin a fo' do', Eagle out the window, dumpin on y'all | |
[Rhimeson] | |
And all I did was struggle for my land | |
And I'm too much of a gee to die by another man | |
[Prode'je] | |
And understand you gotta bury me, you won't worry me | |
With your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy |
zuò cí : Isley, Isley, Isley, Isley ... | |
Can I roll with you? | |
Prode' je | |
Nigga, what can I do? | |
When I still seem | |
To daydream and fiend for green | |
Cause one plus two, broke muthafuckas, don' t equals naythin | |
In a buckfortyfive' s what I' m waitin | |
Rhimeson | |
So now it' s time for me to grab the strap | |
And put you in a sleeper eternally | |
That' s what my psychic' s tellin me | |
So now I' m ridin to the sun, and I | |
Know it ain' t shit for me to lose... | |
Prode' je ... So I | |
Asked the big homie to put it down for me | |
When I was down you been around for me | |
Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola | |
That I can rack for ya | |
Rhimeson | |
For sho', yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City | |
Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties | |
But to drop off ki' s and collect my g' s | |
My fees for this job is three g' s | |
Prode' je | |
Let' s see if I can get it crackin for me | |
Prode' je | |
Can I roll with you? | |
Rhimeson | |
Nigga, what can I do | |
For you, now that it' s really on and poppin? | |
Prode' je | |
Went to the city and my big homies is nbsp??? | |
With my 3 g' s, can I get it crackin for me? | |
I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes | |
So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights | |
Rhimeson | |
Turn to your skull where your brains was | |
Game recognize game, can you dig it? | |
I did it, stackin to see what' s happenin | |
Loop there it is, I' m handlin my biz | |
Prode' je | |
With this I' m buyin powdered shit | |
So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot | |
Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie | |
This whoopedup lley gon' freeze they brains like slurpies | |
Rhimeson | |
But I' m tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket | |
Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it | |
In a ' 86 coupe in a ' 85 cutlass | |
2 O. G.' s on fo' d' s, and we' re comin | |
Rhimeson | |
Nigga, what' s happenin? | |
Shall we get to scrappin or cappin? | |
A kingsize . 44 magnum to tag em | |
Prode' je | |
Well, I guess we' ll get into some gangster shit | |
I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch | |
Rhimeson | |
And I' m checkin eyes, so you best to recognize | |
When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon' die | |
Prode' je | |
Right, you muthafuckas wanna see the gangstas | |
I' m comin from the squad, I ain' t no peace treaty banger | |
Young Prod | |
I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that' s real | |
From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on niggas, I' m pistolwhippin your grill | |
But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card | |
I' m rollin a fo' do', Eagle out the window, dumpin on y' all | |
Rhimeson | |
And all I did was struggle for my land | |
And I' m too much of a gee to die by another man | |
Prode' je | |
And understand you gotta bury me, you won' t worry me | |
With your playahater strategy, for my enemy |