Lyrics:
It's Kedd Kanan
Come ride wit me baby we can roll a blunt and take a plane
Come take a sip
Of Bombay mixed with lemonade
(Get drunk with me girl)
This shit happen by faith
I don't do sit down on dates
I'd rather drive thru then sit wit
Yo bitch at the state
Call all yo friends bring a mate
Girl
to smoke on da gas, I used to roll out a zip
He be actin hella big, till i make his ass stiff
Like a plank stupid, imma smack yo ass wit a stick
Pull up
See
How I
Raise hell
Change hoes like clothes
I don’t Chase em
Caught up wit chasin money
Don’t chase friend
You scared of me Just all wins no losses
your eye, then I get ya
Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by her
Snatchin' up your figures,
I was down bad
Then I started chasing bands
Always been a loner
I ain't never needed friends
If you wit me I just hope you stay
Around til the end
O after O to a bag
Don't want her if she ain't bad
I'm humble I try not to brag
But we ran this shit up out the trash
This bitch wit me she is high
Pain out
Come in that thang on ten toes who gon do me something
Yeah turn me up shid we cud roll
You ain't fucking with me I'm in this bitch an I'm
gon' be still in my way
I'm a slave to the sticky icky
So nigga roll somethin wit me
Been smoking blunts since high school
Now look at all the bullshit I
inside me
They always get to missing
Cause we deeper then the military
They always get to missing, missing
They always get to missing
Cause I roll wit
When I'm hated on by Many Men
On the beat just like a maniac
We play with fire like Pyro
Had to take a chance and roll the dice
I'm feeling like a high
Yeah
This my therapy
It’s apparent this life haven’t been fair to me
On the road to riches I don’t see nobody sparing me
Tired, feel like the world
they see me they know what I mean
She wanna roll with the team
She wanna roll cuz it's me
Lately I roll Russian cream
Light me a wood with the team
you thought (Yuh)
Pull up on the block Imma show you what I got (Aye)
侍 By my waist side come through
Tell me, "What it do"
Better have ya proof come
so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
I
One foot on the gas while my I’m rubbing her ass told her roll up my blunt for she suck me up
We even been driving for more than 10 mins I got that
Northside
Home of the homicides and Them drive-bys
Up in the LV fucc wit DB
You gottta fucc wit
M O C To the dash C
Rolling them up
Smoking them up
Like a fat
wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My
me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it
I'm gettin' on wit' it
An' I'mma
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
Still leave these sucka ass niggas in hearses
By the way, I finally sucked my own dick
Leggo!
Snap
Live from my grand-mama's basement
Camp Crystal Lake,
the stiffy to ditzy blondes
Even thicky bronze, never do want me wit' dickies on
Nigga, Pippi Longstockings was jocking the Jimmy John (Jimmy John's haha)
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