Lyrics:
Charles rollin' into sulfur
Continental Trailways blues
Now, we're rollin' into Houston, don't them city lights look fine
Headed for the pay phone,
linen is, huh
Montage mixin' up my women friends, huh
Rasta, dreadlock, smoke piff, huh
Costner, shoot a movie, star in it, huh
Ray Charles, sing song,
Rollin with my mothafuckin' strap on the side of me
Don't fuck with the East Bay G!
Rollin with my mothafuckin' strap on the side of me
Don't
Let me tell you 'bout a dream
Dream
You know I saw her in a dream
Oh, St. Charles sings, sings about love
St. Charles, tell me tonight
Won't you
Charles Ray Charles
They gon' be like he gone he gone
Bitch Im' bout' to take off take off
I be blowing napalm napalm
You can't see me Ray Charles Ray
yappa goin' bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can't see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Sip out the canister, rollin' up cannabis
I'm not permitted to cross
glass
That river belongs to me
Big river
Rollin'
There's a river runs here
When it rains we flood
Co-op City first three floors
Of Charles
Let me tell you 'bout a dream
Dream
You know I saw her in a dream
Oh, St. Charles sings, sings about love
St. Charles, tell me tonight
Won't you
You can find me in the parking lot
Rollin' loud, This bitch dancing
Have my men kill the track
Call me Charles Manson
Switch up the flow, Hit
no better than me, no better than we ('tell 'em)
Motherfucker
Everytime I'm in the light, I'm in the dark, ray charles (ray charlie!)
Like ooh, ooh
a trial that you know you ain't beatin'
Know you innocent but they choose not to see it
Like your name Ray Charles, maybe Stevie
Reasons, reasons where's
a pocket full of cash
Who that? rollin in a Viper
Got much beef with the freeway sni-per
He wants me cause I bumped his girlfriend
Your suicidal
I'm rollin its war
I'm rollin it's war
I'm rollin it's war its war its war
I'm from the A-L-A-B-A-M-A
(Ah we ready)
Bama Bama Bama Bama
(Aye, ah we
Bounce Up In this bitch like I'm X
Like I'm Sweetness
Rollin' like a Tootsie lookin' like
I hit a sweet lick
Low wit the finesse I don't say shit
(Beat Menace)
They keep telling me to keep the bitch, but I'ma leave the bitch
Ray Charles, John Cena shit, I can't see the bitch
Shawty said
fucking job wit ya
He ain't talking cream I can see it's Ray Charles to ya
When ya whip the lambo, take the Top wit ya
Oh, take the Top wit ya
Ohhh, take
like Ray Charles
Don't be hittin' anybody back
I really hate y'all
No time to debate y'all
We do not relate nah
Moonwalkin' like i'm Anakin
Anakin
Got
Who's the nicest nigga of 'em all? It's Black-Ty, why?
Cause I know what I'm doing,
I'm rollin' and running through 'em 'cause this is how I do it
Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all right cha) yeah yeah
Well who them cats you can call on,
Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all right cha) yeah yeah
Well who them cats you can call on,
can see the irony as it starts to rain
Knowing that I caught her slip away
She's rollin out around the bend
She's rollin anywhere but staying here
Ray Charles:
I love the lie and lie the love
Hangin' on, with a push and shove
Possession is the motivation
Messin' up the whole damn nation
Looks
tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act
tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act
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