"The Roll Out" lyrics

"The Roll Out"
(feat. Le$)

[Curren$y:]
Its not a game but niggas playin
They all fucked up
We in the cut umbrellas in the trunk
For lead showers
Cause it rain around this bitch every hour
They cry about it for a second then forgot about ya
Your partners wasn't riders
They was just 'round you cause you was poppin'
Funny cause they got from 'round ya when them niggas got to poppin'
Fresh to death outfit you got shot in
Step outside my cloud high balcony with my faculty
Battle without accepting casualties
The fuck you niggas know about strategy
I ain't gotta pull up first, I gotta pull up right
Paint dripping, motor tight
Anywhere we go tonight dynamite
Matching stripe, spark that motor running
Headlights off parked out back behind Outback
No eating just meeting
Real bosses turn anywhere they at into an office
Small talking just make you to a large target
Don't get caught up
OG's never taught you stuff
Hustlers who brung me up

[Warren G (Snoop Dogg):]
Rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
Back up, back up cause it's on
Rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
Back up, back up cause it's on
Rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
(Rollin in my 64)
Rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone

[Le$:]
They just talking and they bluffing
Taking action while you suckas keep discussing
So disgusting how these grown men acting so bitch made
Never had to switch I been the man since 6th grade
Sipping on a 40 sitting on the curb looking at the stars
Now its crazy cause thats what we are
A lot of homies shed blood just to sit on that butter
You gotta do dirt just to stay out the gutter
Seen it all and I haven't even seen 30
You barking at the moon but the mutts ain't worthy
Wana get your shine but I only shine on 'em
Pull up on the block pop clutch recline on 'em
Green beamer on gold I sit like a Leprechaun
I ride it with your wife told her she was my lucky charm
Just playing baby, cause I never put no faith in no bitch
For the paper any hoe gon' make the switch
Go 'head and dig a ditch partner bury yourself
Your biggest downfall is how you carry yourself
Bum ass nigga
We stay breaded up on you crumb ass niggas
Go smarten up old dumb ass nigga
Read a couple books put some [?] in your head
And get some motivation get your ass out of bead
You suckas rapping sweet about it while we out here being 'bout it
Checking Instagram the only way that you gon' see about it
I'm on that stack up, put my team on and go ball shit
Y'all playing on that middle of the mall shit
Rocks too cloudy, guess them niggas caught up in the rain
Check the news boy they can't find the planes
Bitch

[Warren G (Snoop Dogg):]
Back up, back up cause it's on
Rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
Back up, back up cause it's on
Rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
Back up, back up cause it's on
Rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone
(Rollin in my 64)
Rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone


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