I'm high all the time... Man, I'm on some hood shit! {SADA POP! } [Bridge 1:] Everytime I ROLL up, niggaz holla ROLL up, And I tell 'em HOLD up. You
Hey Dj (your on the line girl) Hey Dj (On the request line girl) Play the record by my favorite band I like to hear my favorite song on the radio So I
now When I'm wll rollin' off those 'N betta watch the do' Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin' None ah them thugs I bails wid Put ah trail ah twelve guage
and my soul keeps on singin' the blues. Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news. I got the rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues. I think I
s, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, sell 23, tell
on the track and I'm a really let a muthafucka feel it, when I do it, how I do it, what I do If a nigga really wanna test (come and test), you can bet
NE] When I Woke-Up, I got the mic and never chocked up Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned Styles were mixed like the
: Hook: KEV NISH Say? I-I-I-I-I Party all day and all n-n-n-night, And I just wanna play my whole li-li-life, I Party, I-I-I-I-I Party, I-I-I-I-I
cos I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug you I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too I'm just a nigga that painted a picture
ON QUOTE IM FUCKIN ALL I FUCKS, I FUCKED HER 40 MINUTES THEN I STOPED TO GET A SMOKE, SHE CANT SING A LICK BUT I MADE HER HIT A NOTE, THE WAY I DRUGGED
tenth grade, hair was laid Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees I'll roll across the break and break
I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E, the T I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G All I need is crowd, and my M-I-C Got a gangster ass DJ
ball, that?s where the heat play I know the DJ and he gone let the beat play I ain?t forgot bout, you know I care bout you I been thinkin bout you, tryin
all on my teeth I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinkin that you gots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this I'm crumblin', no
Poo Bear}] Aiyo, I smell something burning up So I throw it up, and I put it in the air (Tell that DJ, turn it up While I roll it up, and I, put it in
shot Come on y'all, let's rock (rock) (rock) [Chicago Gangsters] (Gangster Boogie) [shot] [Bobby Byrd] (Get on up) (Gangster Boogie) [shot] [Bobby Byrd] (Get into it) (Gangster Boogie) [shot
Spade] (I'm Mix Master Spade and I'm ready to rock) [Mix Master Spade] Now welcome, party people, I'm so glad you're here I want the girlies in the
: Money Gang Fire Flame, Juice Mixtape, Bitch 4/20 DJ Scream [Hook:] I got buku money I got buku cars I got buku clothes I'm livin' with the stars [