Rollin 歌词
| 歌曲 | Rollin |
| 歌手 | Saukrates |
| 专辑 | The Underground Tapes |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Ha, ha | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| Ha, ha | |
| Rollin' | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| [chorus - saukrates] | |
| Money makes the world go round | |
| So watch a nigga | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| Money makes the world go round | |
| So watch a nigga | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| [masta ace] | |
| Yo, yo, i makes green backs of mean tracks, | |
| It seems that life aint nuttin 'but phat cars | |
| And dreams that stack two stories high | |
| I wouldnt wanna die, po broke and lonely | |
| No joke i'm only a hop jump and skip from 30 | |
| Gotta get my hands dirty | |
| If i wanna see cash thats gon last | |
| I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart | |
| Yo where's the math, gotta go for broke without a cast | |
| Ain't shit changed but nickels and dimes to g notes | |
| We floats in flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers | |
| Crack makers never left the, neighbourhood | |
| Cash rules everything except me | |
| That's what cream mean, it don't rule the mind | |
| On valentines day nigga, you still couldn't find | |
| The heart to try to step to, fuck wit | |
| Mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin' nigga and lets get | |
| All this dough like pillsbury and i still bury | |
| Wack rappers, in 96 kid i feel very confident its my year too | |
| And my tongue will tear you | |
| Keep rollin' in dough and son i hear you | |
| [chorus] | |
| [saukrates] | |
| (make money) the slogan of ghetto dwellers in such | |
| (take money) the phrase of an organized bank rush | |
| Sittin on top of the dome like al capone | |
| Interceptin' drug carriers and taking they home | |
| Popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck | |
| Solidify, your cash you're the biggest guy | |
| Got tooken out, the bitch caught a disease | |
| Called the plague saukrates, now who's got the g's | |
| Desperado, get away cars hittin' the throttle | |
| Pinchin' diamonds the size of the lotto | |
| Any kind of hesitation 25 ta life you get | |
| Come out, kickin' carlito cuz you can't resist | |
| In your world wife and kids become the minority | |
| 'cause yens, franks, marks and dollars are priority | |
| On stage frontin' as if the mic makes all your cream | |
| But father time paid off the sandman and saw your dream | |
| Nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it | |
| Cuz i did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics | |
| Realize corleone style, i know some niggas desperate | |
| They'd sell they mother for a seven digit figure | |
| Dont you get it... | |
| [chorus] | |
| [o.c.] | |
| Yo sauk, yo ace, what's up wit money over there | |
| Whippin' on the street like he just don't care | |
| He's flambouyant see annoying, | |
| Ignant nigga figure he gonna be rollin' all his life | |
| Being the big bad bull motherfucker, what! | |
| Sellin' drugs, you ain't nuttin' but a sucka, uh | |
| Can't free mold your mind mad mushy, intelligents all fuzzy | |
| Get shot street nigga forgot who was he | |
| Hit it to put things in perspective | |
| Do right, don't defy laws of life and be deceased or arrested | |
| Mastermind desgined you had thru a science giver | |
| Mad man dreams of a major alliance | |
| Your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds | |
| Sluts and scars , draggin behind bars still | |
| The wake up call, face off the jail bully | |
| Takin' your manhood, as thought you had a pussy | |
| Come home seen your man, now the lies arise | |
| Tellin' your man you was fightin niggas twice your size | |
| Your conscious is feelin' it, sippin' a brew | |
| Two ways you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one | |
| Mental swollen and your manhood stolen | |
| Wrecked and got dugout for the price of rollin' | |
| [chorus x2] |
| Ha, ha | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| Ha, ha | |
| Rollin' | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| chorus saukrates | |
| Money makes the world go round | |
| So watch a nigga | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| Money makes the world go round | |
| So watch a nigga | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| masta ace | |
| Yo, yo, i makes green backs of mean tracks, | |
| It seems that life aint nuttin ' but phat cars | |
| And dreams that stack two stories high | |
| I wouldnt wanna die, po broke and lonely | |
| No joke i' m only a hop jump and skip from 30 | |
| Gotta get my hands dirty | |
| If i wanna see cash thats gon last | |
| I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart | |
| Yo where' s the math, gotta go for broke without a cast | |
| Ain' t shit changed but nickels and dimes to g notes | |
| We floats in flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers | |
| Crack makers never left the, neighbourhood | |
| Cash rules everything except me | |
| That' s what cream mean, it don' t rule the mind | |
| On valentines day nigga, you still couldn' t find | |
| The heart to try to step to, fuck wit | |
| Mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin' nigga and lets get | |
| All this dough like pillsbury and i still bury | |
| Wack rappers, in 96 kid i feel very confident its my year too | |
| And my tongue will tear you | |
| Keep rollin' in dough and son i hear you | |
| chorus | |
| saukrates | |
| make money the slogan of ghetto dwellers in such | |
| take money the phrase of an organized bank rush | |
| Sittin on top of the dome like al capone | |
| Interceptin' drug carriers and taking they home | |
| Popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck | |
| Solidify, your cash you' re the biggest guy | |
| Got tooken out, the bitch caught a disease | |
| Called the plague saukrates, now who' s got the g' s | |
| Desperado, get away cars hittin' the throttle | |
| Pinchin' diamonds the size of the lotto | |
| Any kind of hesitation 25 ta life you get | |
| Come out, kickin' carlito cuz you can' t resist | |
| In your world wife and kids become the minority | |
| ' cause yens, franks, marks and dollars are priority | |
| On stage frontin' as if the mic makes all your cream | |
| But father time paid off the sandman and saw your dream | |
| Nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it | |
| Cuz i did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics | |
| Realize corleone style, i know some niggas desperate | |
| They' d sell they mother for a seven digit figure | |
| Dont you get it... | |
| chorus | |
| o. c. | |
| Yo sauk, yo ace, what' s up wit money over there | |
| Whippin' on the street like he just don' t care | |
| He' s flambouyant see annoying, | |
| Ignant nigga figure he gonna be rollin' all his life | |
| Being the big bad bull motherfucker, what! | |
| Sellin' drugs, you ain' t nuttin' but a sucka, uh | |
| Can' t free mold your mind mad mushy, intelligents all fuzzy | |
| Get shot street nigga forgot who was he | |
| Hit it to put things in perspective | |
| Do right, don' t defy laws of life and be deceased or arrested | |
| Mastermind desgined you had thru a science giver | |
| Mad man dreams of a major alliance | |
| Your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds | |
| Sluts and scars , draggin behind bars still | |
| The wake up call, face off the jail bully | |
| Takin' your manhood, as thought you had a pussy | |
| Come home seen your man, now the lies arise | |
| Tellin' your man you was fightin niggas twice your size | |
| Your conscious is feelin' it, sippin' a brew | |
| Two ways you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one | |
| Mental swollen and your manhood stolen | |
| Wrecked and got dugout for the price of rollin' | |
| chorus x2 |
| Ha, ha | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| Ha, ha | |
| Rollin' | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| chorus saukrates | |
| Money makes the world go round | |
| So watch a nigga | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| Money makes the world go round | |
| So watch a nigga | |
| Rollin', rollin', rollin' | |
| masta ace | |
| Yo, yo, i makes green backs of mean tracks, | |
| It seems that life aint nuttin ' but phat cars | |
| And dreams that stack two stories high | |
| I wouldnt wanna die, po broke and lonely | |
| No joke i' m only a hop jump and skip from 30 | |
| Gotta get my hands dirty | |
| If i wanna see cash thats gon last | |
| I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart | |
| Yo where' s the math, gotta go for broke without a cast | |
| Ain' t shit changed but nickels and dimes to g notes | |
| We floats in flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers | |
| Crack makers never left the, neighbourhood | |
| Cash rules everything except me | |
| That' s what cream mean, it don' t rule the mind | |
| On valentines day nigga, you still couldn' t find | |
| The heart to try to step to, fuck wit | |
| Mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin' nigga and lets get | |
| All this dough like pillsbury and i still bury | |
| Wack rappers, in 96 kid i feel very confident its my year too | |
| And my tongue will tear you | |
| Keep rollin' in dough and son i hear you | |
| chorus | |
| saukrates | |
| make money the slogan of ghetto dwellers in such | |
| take money the phrase of an organized bank rush | |
| Sittin on top of the dome like al capone | |
| Interceptin' drug carriers and taking they home | |
| Popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck | |
| Solidify, your cash you' re the biggest guy | |
| Got tooken out, the bitch caught a disease | |
| Called the plague saukrates, now who' s got the g' s | |
| Desperado, get away cars hittin' the throttle | |
| Pinchin' diamonds the size of the lotto | |
| Any kind of hesitation 25 ta life you get | |
| Come out, kickin' carlito cuz you can' t resist | |
| In your world wife and kids become the minority | |
| ' cause yens, franks, marks and dollars are priority | |
| On stage frontin' as if the mic makes all your cream | |
| But father time paid off the sandman and saw your dream | |
| Nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it | |
| Cuz i did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics | |
| Realize corleone style, i know some niggas desperate | |
| They' d sell they mother for a seven digit figure | |
| Dont you get it... | |
| chorus | |
| o. c. | |
| Yo sauk, yo ace, what' s up wit money over there | |
| Whippin' on the street like he just don' t care | |
| He' s flambouyant see annoying, | |
| Ignant nigga figure he gonna be rollin' all his life | |
| Being the big bad bull motherfucker, what! | |
| Sellin' drugs, you ain' t nuttin' but a sucka, uh | |
| Can' t free mold your mind mad mushy, intelligents all fuzzy | |
| Get shot street nigga forgot who was he | |
| Hit it to put things in perspective | |
| Do right, don' t defy laws of life and be deceased or arrested | |
| Mastermind desgined you had thru a science giver | |
| Mad man dreams of a major alliance | |
| Your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds | |
| Sluts and scars , draggin behind bars still | |
| The wake up call, face off the jail bully | |
| Takin' your manhood, as thought you had a pussy | |
| Come home seen your man, now the lies arise | |
| Tellin' your man you was fightin niggas twice your size | |
| Your conscious is feelin' it, sippin' a brew | |
| Two ways you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one | |
| Mental swollen and your manhood stolen | |
| Wrecked and got dugout for the price of rollin' | |
| chorus x2 |
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