need but please don't call, gotta sell it back good. - Hands on! Rollin' on kush. - Roll thin! (yeeeah!) - They appetite large - V-12 engine. (yeeeah!)
!) Cat gotta do what I gotta do Whatever way I could, youknowhatImean? Yo [Killah Priest] Look, my cash nope, baby cryin' Had enough, I grabbed my iron Call
Why niggaz wanna clock me? Like that dance called the Chachi Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky Part I, part II, part III, niggaz
out Capitalistic drivin' force, got no remorse But I feel shit catchin' up, time wrappin' up Shyne had enough, still I can't have enough Somethin' 'bout the engine
rolled through, Wherever my wheels rolled through. I was nearly shut down in a mid-west town, Her hair was red, her eyes were blue, But the wheels on the truck kept calling
That'll be cash on the barrelhead son this old grey dog is paid to run When the engine stops and the wheels won't roll Give me cash on the barrelhead
want this beef bruh Put in back in the freezer You'll freeze up when I pull the heat Then squeeze from the knees up This is not a game this is not a test Slow your roll
seats with my girlfriend Wearin' Paco in a Bronco, cologne is Pronto Movin' quickly like the Lone Ranger, X is Tonto Back up the turnpike, Oldsmobile's roll with two pipes 440 engine
a damn but I never gave a fuck Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up I got the Eastside rolling, and the Westside holding Southside rolling
hundreds? Oh yeah You roll around witcha pockets all chubby? Oh yeah You stay fly? Oh yea, you that guy? Oh yeah You that dude, we can call for them
[Hook] We roll tight whips, everyday Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades We roll tight whips, everyday Hustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok [Verse
your call board erase my name Your fire went out you done lost your flame And this Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away Yeah, I was a good engine
fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out at Kankakee And rolls along
If that sky serves as his eyes Then that moon is a cataract Let's roll, roll, yeah, let's roll Yeah, let's roll, let's roll
the roar As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hoboes call You're
fifteen restless riders Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail Out on the southbound odyssey The train pulls out of Kakakee And it rolls along past
to drive the shuttle Just to feel the engines roar And to operate the levers That control the payload doors I could buzz the himalayas Barrel roll above
rasher's on the table coffee's gettin' cold Some dirty rounder's done stole my Jelly Roll Hey the train that carried her from town hey hey hey I call