Lyrics:
proceed to throw this cash
cll that ass
In yo jeans
Can Wale beat
cnd Roscoe skeet
Long hair she don't care
When she walk she get stares
Brown skin
up by the boatload
Last white chick had a pussy smell like narcos
So i dug deep in that hole like i was pablo
Her boyfriend bust in ima dash like
Old Roscoe was a sneaky big raccoon
I met him one night It was the month of June
Out Camping i was then i heard a sound
The trash can lid fell
Hey Dena
I see the sun coming out like dubs
West coast gets love man where have you been
Staying calm with these palms up high
Falling for for
I'm Rollin’ down Roscoe
Bitch by my side
Don’t fuck w/ me
Cus my click down to ride
Fucked that bitch once
Fucked that bitch twice
Ain’t tryna
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
Pistol grip pump, ride with it in the fuckin' trunk
California skunk, nigga this the funk
Top of the Roscoe's with the front, my Impala, get high
If
motherfuckers out who want to rob me
You best to slob the knob G
You could never catch the great Bobby, indestructible
High producer production
Suck to the wall
I'm a ball-a-hollic like my money, never ending
Pockets so swole just like Popeye on his spinach
Like Roscoe why you *grind* so hard? I'm like I'm
I just might designer my jeans
I want ice I want them diamonds on freeze
Up all night I get high from this weed
I been grinding tryn' provide for
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
I'm tryna take you out that Jeep and put you in a G-Wagon
Take you out that Fashion Nova, put you in high
to before
Outside
[Verse 1: Roscoe]
I just rolled up in my Benzo
I just rolled up some of that you-know
I just popped out of nowhere like whaddaya-know
And I
Friday I'd had to slap the [ho]
The [bitch] got knocked up by Roscoe, and said that I'm the poppa though
In this game they got a name for this chick, who
Warren G
Sold it high but I bought it cheap
Got it from Miami back to P.A. like Ross and Meek
Huh, borrowed your bitch for a week
She hold my guns
the K.O.D. is the walk-by ladykiller
Then I turn to the R...
Rock, Roscoe, Rob and Rook
And the are?dd, yeah, he's the microphone crook
O is the left hook
Like
On the move like high speed
Boss Hall like Slim Thugger
Louis V, yeah, that's that slugger
Wordplay like Rocko
Bad child like Roscoe
Pool table, yeah, you're
[Hook: Roscoe Dash]
Oh
Everywhere I go I
Dress up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
Everywhere I go I
Dress up and I
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
[Kurupt]
Nigga you want war? Yeah right, I'm mic sky like stiletto
Holocaust to high school, roscoe to Vasco
Impossible lives the hospitalized
franchise
[Kurupt]
Nigga you want war? Yeah right, I'm mic sky like stiletto
Holocaust to high school, roscoe to Vasco
Impossible lives the hospitalized
Franchise
tripping clothes
Bitch I'm still walking this desert of desires, I'm reaching stop talking
Deluded by God still praise the most high, fuck a nigga named
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
stuck with you
And I don't even got no ways tryna express myself
I'm high as fuck been smoking Roscoe tryna check myself
Might pop a perc then write
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