Mr. Magic, David Banner, 8Ball - Let's Roll lyrics
[Mr. Magic, David Banner, 8Ball - Let's Roll lyrics]
Yeah
Didn't think I was coming back this hard
Right? Body Head, Bad Boy
Fore I leave
I'ma take him out back, buck him up good
Make him respect my god damn hood
Let's Roll, They bout to call them people
Tell them niggas
Let's Roll, They bout to call them people
Fat boy hoes choose quick when I hit the door
Jealous ass niggas frown up
Can't control they hoe my crew thick
Full of boys who ain't never scared
Niggas who be frontin
Give um something for they big head
Shots of Patrone
Boyz blowed from the buzz blow
Keep your demo, your fucking with my buzz joe
We getting tipsy
Looking for lips that wanna wrap around
A rapper in your town, get your friends
It's going down we strictly pimpin
Poppin hot ones til the clip is empty
ESC on twenty-sixes or the black bentley
I practice ripping mics and know
These cats cannot see me
I'm doing this shit so fucking sweet
I make it look easy
From the city where they sing
The blues and move keys
Fuck what you heard, I'm the shit in Memphis
Tennessee i'm coming hard
That's the only way I know to do it
I only flash down when I no I longer shoot it
Whatcha know about
Breaking bottles and making weapons
Just to stay alive
Belt buckles and brass knuckles
Born from the nine
Swangin bows and hitting hoes
Hoping niggas see on the end of my elbow is
Where you don't wanna be
Right song and right liquor
Nigga getting sluck
See, we don't get crunk, my niggas get buck
I'm a regular shit starter
Born and baptized in the purest of firewater
Shellhouse mentality, get it or get it got
Either your wit it or your not
But you know I'm bout
Jumpin off in the crowd, goin to war with the
First nigga that speak out
Breakin their fuckin jaw
I'm from the mighty ninth ward of New Orleans
And a ass whippin is the
Only thing that I offer
Never lookin for trouble
Trouble lookin for me
Since y'all asked for it, fore I leave
Raise my middle finger, screaming nigga
"Fuck all y'all" i got my bullets thinking
"Shit I can't duck all y'all"
Let the hammer fall flat til
Your brain on the wall
They gonna have to swim through
Blood like fins from jaws
To the south part of Atlanta
Do I let that nigga go? Hell no
That's what that nigga get for
Acting like a hoe or a bitch or a slut
Mayne go and get some nuts
Just so you can let 'em hang
And get them fuckers cut
Off of your body, off of your frame
Mayne stop it
Your pistol like a pussy in church
You never pop it my finger fuck the trigger
My nigga lets get it on
I run up in your home and
Slap your ass with the chrome
What the fuck? you want it, go and knuckle up
I'll take those signs and leave
Ya laying in the dust or like a baby daddy
Gat'll pop you in the mouth fuck shit
That nigga still screaming for a shout
Didn't think I was coming back this hard
Right? Body Head, Bad Boy
Fore I leave
I'ma take him out back, buck him up good
Make him respect my god damn hood
Let's Roll, They bout to call them people
Tell them niggas
Let's Roll, They bout to call them people
Fat boy hoes choose quick when I hit the door
Jealous ass niggas frown up
Can't control they hoe my crew thick
Full of boys who ain't never scared
Niggas who be frontin
Give um something for they big head
Shots of Patrone
Boyz blowed from the buzz blow
Keep your demo, your fucking with my buzz joe
We getting tipsy
Looking for lips that wanna wrap around
A rapper in your town, get your friends
It's going down we strictly pimpin
Poppin hot ones til the clip is empty
ESC on twenty-sixes or the black bentley
I practice ripping mics and know
These cats cannot see me
I'm doing this shit so fucking sweet
I make it look easy
From the city where they sing
The blues and move keys
Fuck what you heard, I'm the shit in Memphis
Tennessee i'm coming hard
That's the only way I know to do it
I only flash down when I no I longer shoot it
Whatcha know about
Breaking bottles and making weapons
Just to stay alive
Belt buckles and brass knuckles
Born from the nine
Swangin bows and hitting hoes
Hoping niggas see on the end of my elbow is
Where you don't wanna be
Right song and right liquor
Nigga getting sluck
See, we don't get crunk, my niggas get buck
I'm a regular shit starter
Born and baptized in the purest of firewater
Shellhouse mentality, get it or get it got
Either your wit it or your not
But you know I'm bout
Jumpin off in the crowd, goin to war with the
First nigga that speak out
Breakin their fuckin jaw
I'm from the mighty ninth ward of New Orleans
And a ass whippin is the
Only thing that I offer
Never lookin for trouble
Trouble lookin for me
Since y'all asked for it, fore I leave
Raise my middle finger, screaming nigga
"Fuck all y'all" i got my bullets thinking
"Shit I can't duck all y'all"
Let the hammer fall flat til
Your brain on the wall
They gonna have to swim through
Blood like fins from jaws
To the south part of Atlanta
Do I let that nigga go? Hell no
That's what that nigga get for
Acting like a hoe or a bitch or a slut
Mayne go and get some nuts
Just so you can let 'em hang
And get them fuckers cut
Off of your body, off of your frame
Mayne stop it
Your pistol like a pussy in church
You never pop it my finger fuck the trigger
My nigga lets get it on
I run up in your home and
Slap your ass with the chrome
What the fuck? you want it, go and knuckle up
I'll take those signs and leave
Ya laying in the dust or like a baby daddy
Gat'll pop you in the mouth fuck shit
That nigga still screaming for a shout