"Let's All Roll" lyrics
(feat. Time Bomb, Slip Capone, Jayo Felony, Butch Cassidy)
[Time Bomb:]
I'm from the S-O-U-T-H side of C-A, why they try to P-H
Still hit 'em up with that E-A, G-A to the N-G-S-T-A
So fuck them other N-I double-G As
Hate the po-pos and kill the DA
Hang with my crew, blue strings in my shoes
Mary Jane and some loot, while we swangs in the coupe
I'm addicted to mackin' hoes, tracks and flows
Crenshaw Boulevard back and forth
L.A.'s finest, and L.A.'s behind us
Gangsters, hoochies, essays, and hunnies
D's still twistin', low-low's still hoppin'
Gangster shit still droppin', Crenshaw still poppin'
Gang signs throwin' up, bodies still showin' up
And oh yea. Time Bomb still blowin' up, beotch (L.A.C.)
When you got a L.A. Confidential, up in the place to be
Ride, ride with me
[Butch Cassidy::]
Let's all roll, throw it up if you're with me
I'm so cold, who am I but stayin' G
Tha Dogg Pound spreads the word, I know y'all heard
Please take heed when I speak or you'll get served
[Slip Capone:]
You know the gangsters hang, gangsters bang
And gangsters slang, it's just a gangster thang
'Cause gangsters dip and some gangsters trip
I'm the gangster Slip and this gangster Crip
I used to bump Brotha Lynch and Ganksta Nip
'Cause wasn't nobody else up on that gangster tip
Gangsters smoke sherm and gangsters rock perms
Gangsters don't listen and gangsters don't learn
Gangsters rock braids and gangster jheri curls
Gangsters gon' take over the world
Gangsters go to jail but gangsters skip bail
Gangsters make mail, a gangster won't ever fail
Gangsters gon' stay on top
Because a gangster gon' make the gangster shit pop
Just lounge homeboy, you in the gangster zone
Hawthorne, California where the gangsters roll
[Butch Cassidy::]
Let's all roll, throw it up if you're with me
I'm so cold, who am I but stayin' G
Tha Dogg Pound spreads the word, I know y'all heard
Please take heed when I speak or you'll get served
[Jayo Felony:]
My nigga Slip is a gangster
But cuhz, I'm a hoodsta or hood star
And I'm takin' the hood far
Little C-riders posted up with the bullet loco blue rags
Smokin' the bomb and fluid and keep dumpin' on you fags
I heard and seen it all, I'm hopin' I ball
Keep on lickin' them loco nuts until I get Crip balls
I'm still strivin', yea, you worried about what I'm drivin'?
Your bitch needs to give me more pedal to the floor
Fuck a Navigator, nigga I can flip ten gators in my living room
If you can't do that, nigga give me room
Had a [?] '89, but see your bitch made me mines
See them motherfuckin' rims on that brand new Benz? Bitch they be mine
For mine I did the crime, had to run from one-time
And you bet I can't fit my dick all in your mouth at one time
I fuck your mammi in the butt and Crip Walk on your liver
While I'm rich rollin' on a river, bitch
[Knoc-Turn'al:]
Caught up in a land of hard times, back off mine
Mash while pushin' a hard line
A hard cat, with hard raps and hard rhymes
I hardly pay attention to rats
But my mind says hard dick served to a bitch ain't no crime
Cook soft dope to hard dimes
Chicken by the way I flip mine
I hard hit and grip like canines
I target hard heads with no spine
March in and start to take mine
Big D let me fuck that bitch and you fuck mine
Off hard liqour it's hard to unwind
Knoc-Turn'al comes through in overtime
When I die build me a shrine
I'm as hard as hard can get
In my mind I ain't begun to spit yet, and until that time
[Butch Cassidy:]
Let's throw it up, throw it up, let 'em know
Out in the West, represent, let it go
Let's throw it up, throw it up, let 'em know
Out in the West, represent, let it go
L-L-A.C.
I'm from the S-O-U-T-H side of C-A, why they try to P-H
Still hit 'em up with that E-A, G-A to the N-G-S-T-A
So fuck them other N-I double-G As
Hate the po-pos and kill the DA
Hang with my crew, blue strings in my shoes
Mary Jane and some loot, while we swangs in the coupe
I'm addicted to mackin' hoes, tracks and flows
Crenshaw Boulevard back and forth
L.A.'s finest, and L.A.'s behind us
Gangsters, hoochies, essays, and hunnies
D's still twistin', low-low's still hoppin'
Gangster shit still droppin', Crenshaw still poppin'
Gang signs throwin' up, bodies still showin' up
And oh yea. Time Bomb still blowin' up, beotch (L.A.C.)
When you got a L.A. Confidential, up in the place to be
Ride, ride with me
[Butch Cassidy::]
Let's all roll, throw it up if you're with me
I'm so cold, who am I but stayin' G
Tha Dogg Pound spreads the word, I know y'all heard
Please take heed when I speak or you'll get served
[Slip Capone:]
You know the gangsters hang, gangsters bang
And gangsters slang, it's just a gangster thang
'Cause gangsters dip and some gangsters trip
I'm the gangster Slip and this gangster Crip
I used to bump Brotha Lynch and Ganksta Nip
'Cause wasn't nobody else up on that gangster tip
Gangsters smoke sherm and gangsters rock perms
Gangsters don't listen and gangsters don't learn
Gangsters rock braids and gangster jheri curls
Gangsters gon' take over the world
Gangsters go to jail but gangsters skip bail
Gangsters make mail, a gangster won't ever fail
Gangsters gon' stay on top
Because a gangster gon' make the gangster shit pop
Just lounge homeboy, you in the gangster zone
Hawthorne, California where the gangsters roll
[Butch Cassidy::]
Let's all roll, throw it up if you're with me
I'm so cold, who am I but stayin' G
Tha Dogg Pound spreads the word, I know y'all heard
Please take heed when I speak or you'll get served
[Jayo Felony:]
My nigga Slip is a gangster
But cuhz, I'm a hoodsta or hood star
And I'm takin' the hood far
Little C-riders posted up with the bullet loco blue rags
Smokin' the bomb and fluid and keep dumpin' on you fags
I heard and seen it all, I'm hopin' I ball
Keep on lickin' them loco nuts until I get Crip balls
I'm still strivin', yea, you worried about what I'm drivin'?
Your bitch needs to give me more pedal to the floor
Fuck a Navigator, nigga I can flip ten gators in my living room
If you can't do that, nigga give me room
Had a [?] '89, but see your bitch made me mines
See them motherfuckin' rims on that brand new Benz? Bitch they be mine
For mine I did the crime, had to run from one-time
And you bet I can't fit my dick all in your mouth at one time
I fuck your mammi in the butt and Crip Walk on your liver
While I'm rich rollin' on a river, bitch
[Knoc-Turn'al:]
Caught up in a land of hard times, back off mine
Mash while pushin' a hard line
A hard cat, with hard raps and hard rhymes
I hardly pay attention to rats
But my mind says hard dick served to a bitch ain't no crime
Cook soft dope to hard dimes
Chicken by the way I flip mine
I hard hit and grip like canines
I target hard heads with no spine
March in and start to take mine
Big D let me fuck that bitch and you fuck mine
Off hard liqour it's hard to unwind
Knoc-Turn'al comes through in overtime
When I die build me a shrine
I'm as hard as hard can get
In my mind I ain't begun to spit yet, and until that time
[Butch Cassidy:]
Let's throw it up, throw it up, let 'em know
Out in the West, represent, let it go
Let's throw it up, throw it up, let 'em know
Out in the West, represent, let it go
L-L-A.C.
