Pete Rock, Jim Jones, Max B - We Roll lyrics
Pete Rock [Peter Phillips] The Bronx, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pete Rock, Jim Jones, Max B - We Roll lyrics]
Let's bring 'em all, ladies and gentlemen!
Uh dipset
ByrdGang, nigga we back (yes, we are)
You know who it is, Jones
(Ay, Pete Rock, holla at me)
Capo Status, one hour nigga (Money making)
We gon' take you on a cruise
(where we going?) like we usually do
(Ryder music) , that Ryder music
Nigga (uh huh) smell me? (I hear you)
Sundays is my day, uh (Let's do it)
Well-established, it's known as Ferrari day
(Ride out)
Roof missing, background bumping Marvin Gaye
Stay fly, hoppin' out on my Harlem ways
Poppin' shit like, nigga
That's what you call a day (Flossin)
We on the corners while we bottle sippin'
(Fifteen)
Everybody puffin' weed while we politicking
(212, nigga)
Like fuck police, they hop out, we dipping
(SQUALIE) in the midst of the pumpers
Where they bowel flipping (watch that)
Nobody wanna go to Rikers Isl' system
(fuck that) so the trash is where we
Keep the 40 cals hitting (bust them 40s)
Double park with my hazard light blinking
Looked at my, spent half a night drinking
It's like déjà vu
Spent half my life drinking (All my life)
And I remember we was flying to the
And after that, skate to the key
And now we work about an eighth of a key
Nigga sixteen, make a lil cheese
Harlem shit, nigga, won't you take
A trip with me, fucker (Do it)
We stop the party, we roll we go
We stop the party, we roll we go
We spliff it free
Max don't chop coupe Houdini blue with the
Oops, you see me move, don't defeat me (Nope)
Don't beat, you might not get your hand back
I'm 'bout to put a clip on this nigga
Better stand back
We stop the party, we roll we go
We stop the party, we roll we go
"Where you been, Pete?"
I said I've been there, done that
You try to shoot at my tyres
I've got run flats
You can't buy out the block
With just one stack
They want a round of applause
Give 'em a gun clap (Brrrrattt! Brrrrattt)
It's Pete Rock, shit ain't changed
Except for the quarter to 8, the '07 Range
(Woo-whee)
Slick talks, you can see them with strategy
You can't get no higher
Without physics of gravity
The game ain't changed, but only the players
Religion ain't changed, but only the prayers
I put one up for all my homies that left
I put one up for just taking a breath
We take a step back and look in the mirror
Man you can try without me
But it just won't feel the same
PR silencer, that's how Rock I still remain
Yeah
We stop the party, we roll we go
We stop the party, we roll we go
Uh dipset
ByrdGang, nigga we back (yes, we are)
You know who it is, Jones
(Ay, Pete Rock, holla at me)
Capo Status, one hour nigga (Money making)
We gon' take you on a cruise
(where we going?) like we usually do
(Ryder music) , that Ryder music
Nigga (uh huh) smell me? (I hear you)
Sundays is my day, uh (Let's do it)
Well-established, it's known as Ferrari day
(Ride out)
Roof missing, background bumping Marvin Gaye
Stay fly, hoppin' out on my Harlem ways
Poppin' shit like, nigga
That's what you call a day (Flossin)
We on the corners while we bottle sippin'
(Fifteen)
Everybody puffin' weed while we politicking
(212, nigga)
Like fuck police, they hop out, we dipping
(SQUALIE) in the midst of the pumpers
Where they bowel flipping (watch that)
Nobody wanna go to Rikers Isl' system
(fuck that) so the trash is where we
Keep the 40 cals hitting (bust them 40s)
Double park with my hazard light blinking
Looked at my, spent half a night drinking
It's like déjà vu
Spent half my life drinking (All my life)
And I remember we was flying to the
And after that, skate to the key
And now we work about an eighth of a key
Nigga sixteen, make a lil cheese
Harlem shit, nigga, won't you take
A trip with me, fucker (Do it)
We stop the party, we roll we go
We stop the party, we roll we go
We spliff it free
Max don't chop coupe Houdini blue with the
Oops, you see me move, don't defeat me (Nope)
Don't beat, you might not get your hand back
I'm 'bout to put a clip on this nigga
Better stand back
We stop the party, we roll we go
We stop the party, we roll we go
"Where you been, Pete?"
I said I've been there, done that
You try to shoot at my tyres
I've got run flats
You can't buy out the block
With just one stack
They want a round of applause
Give 'em a gun clap (Brrrrattt! Brrrrattt)
It's Pete Rock, shit ain't changed
Except for the quarter to 8, the '07 Range
(Woo-whee)
Slick talks, you can see them with strategy
You can't get no higher
Without physics of gravity
The game ain't changed, but only the players
Religion ain't changed, but only the prayers
I put one up for all my homies that left
I put one up for just taking a breath
We take a step back and look in the mirror
Man you can try without me
But it just won't feel the same
PR silencer, that's how Rock I still remain
Yeah
We stop the party, we roll we go
We stop the party, we roll we go