well it`s the cream of the crop
we straight flow from the block
the party ain`t over till I`m pullin` out the glock
unnecessary, that I unleash the real
I rubbin` you the right way like Johnny Gill
feel, a nigga tryin` to put it down on the town
even though all the hatas being around
I still clown
with the sound that will keep you pumped
I`m pushin` nothin` but this motherfuckin` gangsta funk
when I skunk
creepin` with my ACG
with the Vegas and the weed
got to let the brain feed
not a bad boy
but I put it down like Mase
in the thug category
tryin` to shake the face
game lace
tighter than a pair of new Jordan`s
holdin` down the line like my name Ken Norton
for the team
rollin` up nickels like green
bud and you hatas in the town
got to show me love
[chorus]
I got sacks of weed
and we can hit the cuts
and roll `em up
roll `em up
when you dealin` wit the mob
fool you know what`s up
cause we`ll roll you up
roll you up
when you in the sco town
don`t press your luck
just roll `em up
roll `em up
or hit the heel for the nade
and we can blow shit up
cause I`m rolls `em up
rolls `em up
represent the tip of the sco
lettin` niggas know
how a playa rolls when I hit the door
lettin` off smoke like the wild wild west
blowin` nade can`t fuck wit the cest
I got a complex
I need premium
grade A dojah
bitch I`m a soldja
can`t nothin` hold ya
nigga from the point down
in the background
niggas yellin` kill-a-hoe
lettin` off nine rounds
it`s all over now
had `em jack at the hash
Plus I got a twamp sack stashed in the ash tray
Dre, bitches and nigga Taydatay
put it down like a hog
for my niggas all day
it`s the bomb bay
a real G parlay
won`t stop rollin` blunts till judgement day
call it what you want
but I`m addicted to the cannabis
niggas can`t handle this
Cuz I`m so scandalous
[chorus]
hit the liquor store for some pour
fuck all of y`all
if you can`t roll wit the hog
Livin in the city of the fog
keep a trail hill
for the real deal
off the nade and a mad dog
it`s your car
the bitch ridin` shotgun
she wants to heat the hottub for some action
grab the gat son
I don`t trust neer bitch
Nina Rostine in the cuts
can you handle this
you know I come equipped
with an extra clip
pull out another blunt
roll another sack of hemp
don`t trip
just to my fashion
when I start flashin`
I might start blastin`
off to the land of unknown
let me call Big Mac on the clome
you know it`s on
lookin` for more endo smoke
hit 3rd street fiendin` for some JC roll bowl
