Lyrics:
rich and wavy
Gotta roll over to you, gotta get my release
Spread your legs downtown, as I'm goin' out to eat
You can hear them raw sounds when I
to a stop
And she rolls, she's a river
Where she goes, time will tell
Heaven knows, he can't go with her
And she rolls, all by herself
All by herself
over we can smoke em up
Man it's really okay they don't smoke much
Then we rolling eight deep feeling robust
Passing two blunts with the crew call that
for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one
â?? just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed
down over a pier, now I'm looking straight over my peers
Cheers, we had a hell of a year, living it up like the ending is near
Switching it up like I'm
out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
Come one come all who walk or crawl price just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet over
â?? just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed
Made a name for myself
By Myself 80K (Said Wealth)
Shake a hand
Give Thanks
Flick my shoulder
Hungry Boulder cracked an Egg (God Bless)
Looking to be
ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga)
We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga)
we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga)
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
roll Asu
You end up with them tires flat
The names Asu
It starts with A and ends with you
Whatever you want to do
I got my whole fuckin' crew
Up over
And pass that. Get it?
And roll around rolling O Z's
With the homies low key
With the 2 3's for the faux-lice
Cuz fuck 12. Fuck Gargamel's
Little bitch
rather sit up by my lonely
I don't wanna be a burden, check my social fake bitches
I don't give a fuck about your plans or who the fuck you know
Lurkin'
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
wash it down with some Mountain Dew
Arm and Hammer smooth like Hammer's baggy loose pants
In lateral shuffled stance, shoulder roll without roll-on on
We
the ground like farming season
They get seeded, no longer needed
Real what we did, never cheated
Humble as a mumble, no beef like vegans
Yellow Topsheet, Pt. 2
to make 'em all?
They won't let go
Ex's and oh's
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
Climbing over mountains and a-sailing over seas
One, two
the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
that I hate fame
But that's the dues that I pay
Okay, I'mma give you just one guess to
Guess the game I'm rappin' about
It's got over 600 champions
a flying monkey swoops down over
Dorothy sound system
To capture the bitches and toto too systems
Y'all pimps front on some indestructible daytrip with
Take it from the top, (take it from the top)
Let's go out here and roll, on hating ass niggas (let's ride)
You can't get your motherfucking weight
[Chorus: x2]
[Dre]
No, I ain't never been pimped by the system
That's because I ain't no slave
Don't be trying to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Snuggle down, cozy up and relax
Tonight we're traveling to the Sleevies
A moonlit mountain range beneath the mighty Handes
To meet BoBo, a Lullaby
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