Bizzy Bone, Layzie Bone - Rollercoaster lyrics
[Bizzy Bone, Layzie Bone - Rollercoaster lyrics]
We go up, we go down
We go round, we go round
Come and take a look at our life
We go up, we go down
We go round, we go round
Come and take a look at our life
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY) of life
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY) of life
Through all the ups and downs, town
To town, city to city, holy ground
Though I have milky way
Silking it like Doug and Dave
Westside feel me, when we play
What's the dealeo?
Silly to try Bizzy, he's a pistol packing
Is he? no
Better believe it, leave it, heat it, be it
It's nothing but a thug thing buck Buck
What the fuck? baby boy's blessing me
Reeping the while, bless to the pile
Shine in your glory
No faces, no stories, they saints
And we'll go or we
There'll be heavy mortems, maximum Lay and B
They'll be smashing em
Ghetto fashions, unfassen your eyes
Sing on the acranum
Casting them demons out of us
Crowding to see what's found in us
Rationalize the movement
Keep grooving and moving sounding us
Rounding us, unprofounding us, mounding us
Still pitches pitchers, quicker, swifter
Bounty hunters are witches
Through the ups and downs, round for round
Now I live with Christ
Yes, this is the second God
And praise God for life
Now where do we come from
Hollow point mixed with dum dum
Ride on the level with the
Rhythm I'm rocking, shh
Nobody can stop it when we deeply come
Now better get your money mayne
Better get your dollar dollars
Gotta get down for my thang
Cause that rain will litterally
Leave you swallowed
Pound for pound, round for round
Outta my mind now
Huh, I don't know the time
The lord is with you, you can shine now
Grind now, climb now, trigger got me pow pow
Lil' Lay it's going down
You should bust your rhyme now
Look at us, breaking up to
Make up, when it occurs
It all seemed tragic
Maybe it's a blessing in disguise cause man
Them boys are back at it
It's like magic, christ with passion
Tribulations is fasting
Now the whole world thugging and bugging
To the music that's clashing
Through the static, sometimes speratic
Some days when I'm lacking
I fall down but I get up and
I can still get it cracking
Give me action, some satisfaction
A couple moments of laughing
You know the ones that get me through
This precious life that I'm passing
We suffer and struggle through many of
Things, I'm counting my blessings
Fulfilling my dreams
I treasure my life and the
Love that it brings
I give it all up to my heavenly king
Know what I mean? riding and rolling, my
Hands in the air, when I'm moving
I'm coasting
I'm leaving a legacy, where they toasting
Ten toes on the Earth, i'm posted
And I come from America, mass hysteria
Niggas be caught in the scandal
It's the land of the free
But baby believe me
They're quick to make an example
Mike Vick got his contract cancelled
TI tried to buy protection
But where was the push on Bush
I think the president stole
The whole election
Then they took our children to war
They over there fighting for oil
America's so damn spoiled
Gotta make sure my tempers don't boil
Damn right, I'm a ride for the poor
Until they even the score
Ya'll better just open the door cause
We coming to kick it in, wanting some more
We go round, we go round
Come and take a look at our life
We go up, we go down
We go round, we go round
Come and take a look at our life
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY) of life
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY) of life
Through all the ups and downs, town
To town, city to city, holy ground
Though I have milky way
Silking it like Doug and Dave
Westside feel me, when we play
What's the dealeo?
Silly to try Bizzy, he's a pistol packing
Is he? no
Better believe it, leave it, heat it, be it
It's nothing but a thug thing buck Buck
What the fuck? baby boy's blessing me
Reeping the while, bless to the pile
Shine in your glory
No faces, no stories, they saints
And we'll go or we
There'll be heavy mortems, maximum Lay and B
They'll be smashing em
Ghetto fashions, unfassen your eyes
Sing on the acranum
Casting them demons out of us
Crowding to see what's found in us
Rationalize the movement
Keep grooving and moving sounding us
Rounding us, unprofounding us, mounding us
Still pitches pitchers, quicker, swifter
Bounty hunters are witches
Through the ups and downs, round for round
Now I live with Christ
Yes, this is the second God
And praise God for life
Now where do we come from
Hollow point mixed with dum dum
Ride on the level with the
Rhythm I'm rocking, shh
Nobody can stop it when we deeply come
Now better get your money mayne
Better get your dollar dollars
Gotta get down for my thang
Cause that rain will litterally
Leave you swallowed
Pound for pound, round for round
Outta my mind now
Huh, I don't know the time
The lord is with you, you can shine now
Grind now, climb now, trigger got me pow pow
Lil' Lay it's going down
You should bust your rhyme now
Look at us, breaking up to
Make up, when it occurs
It all seemed tragic
Maybe it's a blessing in disguise cause man
Them boys are back at it
It's like magic, christ with passion
Tribulations is fasting
Now the whole world thugging and bugging
To the music that's clashing
Through the static, sometimes speratic
Some days when I'm lacking
I fall down but I get up and
I can still get it cracking
Give me action, some satisfaction
A couple moments of laughing
You know the ones that get me through
This precious life that I'm passing
We suffer and struggle through many of
Things, I'm counting my blessings
Fulfilling my dreams
I treasure my life and the
Love that it brings
I give it all up to my heavenly king
Know what I mean? riding and rolling, my
Hands in the air, when I'm moving
I'm coasting
I'm leaving a legacy, where they toasting
Ten toes on the Earth, i'm posted
And I come from America, mass hysteria
Niggas be caught in the scandal
It's the land of the free
But baby believe me
They're quick to make an example
Mike Vick got his contract cancelled
TI tried to buy protection
But where was the push on Bush
I think the president stole
The whole election
Then they took our children to war
They over there fighting for oil
America's so damn spoiled
Gotta make sure my tempers don't boil
Damn right, I'm a ride for the poor
Until they even the score
Ya'll better just open the door cause
We coming to kick it in, wanting some more