Can I Roll Wit U Lyrics
| Song | Can I Roll Wit U |
| Artist | South Central Cartel |
| Album | All Day Everyday |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 |
| 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 |
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