keep a guard you now I thought I better Plus I keep the stash deep inside the 8 pound leather Open doors vale was on the ready At the end Jasmine is
at? Where them real bitches at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? And where my buck niggas at? Where my buck niggas at? Where they at, where they at
Don't fuck wit the L U N I Z, that's what they tell you Peep the murder we wrote, we roll with C note And Noo-Trybe to fools slide at my show Because
s some East-side Boyz and they deep in this Up and they step the ever sucka that be talkin that... It's some West-side Boyz and they deep in this up
step on the gas (Let's go) And bust a bottle and pour me a shot in my glass (Let's go) Where we at, where we at, where we at? And we back up in the
dat Stop that, start that, get that Yeah, you know, going on dirty, going on stank Yo, roll deep with these, put these MC?s on deep freeze Hit these
track with dido I remember when I had a runny nose tryna draw down girls at the lido Then I thought wait, can't knock, gotta break the door Nowdays at an N-dubz roll
my mum keeps tellin me it's alarming, Roll then we rock the show like Mick Jagger, the further i go, the further I am to the end of the Roads, but I'
, I?ll go and see Ibby and Shifty I got a brand new deal, at the other end it?s 50/50 I?m 50/50, hold tight Big Dadda Eskiboy, Roll Deep, Boy Better
The heart beat, pumping your blood, high pressure Look at you stuck in the mud, bring in the stretcher Strapped down, ready to roll, the God knows Tears
That's why fools end up dinin' on a bullet Think everything's fine in the big time See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine So you wanna roll far
we felons trying to make money at this here. Chorus Verse 3 It's the cap peeler night grinder west rider hood ratacider Deuce 4 7 all day everyday 4 deep
' (before) A UFO and a hoe that will not go Cuz after the show I'm tossin up 3 bitches or mo' (more) You know how I roll Wit the whole firm in this bitch
a river stuck You hear deep it lines ?? [Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"] Osama McCain, you climb in this ring Rhyming with Obama the king End up on the bottom
[talking:] What's up lil' mama, they call me Z-Ro the Crooked King of Da Ghetto, know I'm saying You wanna be the queen, let me holla at ya [Z-Ro:] You
wanna get rich, I gotta remain the same I had visions of us balling together, pulling up at the Past at New Orleans Together, everyday all day shot calling together, but now I'm only rolling
my home so I shouts to the slum Come, the misfit's got a tale, take you on a mad trip The thoughts unveil I'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round
real niggaz know the deal We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces We roll deep in brand