"Roll With It" lyrics
(feat. Project Pat)
[Juicy J:]
Let me chirp these fools
Juice got weed Juice got pills
Juice got the work on the corner cutting deals
Juice know you haters out there snitching ain't for real
So Juice got some gang niggas down for the kill
Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field
We never had a job but we sitting on a mill
We ball out in the club with our niggas staying trill
We never wrote a check just them big face bills
A player drinking Maker's Mark-er, cranberry vodka
Wearing a mink coat that's furry as Chewbacca
I saw ya main girl and a player had to stop her
Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker
The feds taking pictures of us balling but I got 'em
A 7 footer hole for his body we gonna drop 'em
We always on the grind we be watching when they watching
And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah!
[Project Pat:]
If you boys got beef we can (roll with it)
In the club or the street we can (go with it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow with it}
Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho split it)
If you boys got beef we can (roll with it)
In the club or the street we can (go with it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow with it}
Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho split it)
[DJ Paul:]
We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests
Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess
And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust
You gonna have hell if you fuck with us and that's what's up
The whole club we maintain
These Hydra-Shok® bullets mushroom in your brain
We in bed with the med we give 'em something to do
Cause clown ass niggas love to act a fool
[Crunchy Blac:]
My hood is real nigga my hood ain't fake
My hood is home nigga everything straight
My hood will rob you with mask on they face
My hood will do it to put food on they plate
My hood ain't tame dog they wanna jump fool
My hood they hang together they all jump you
And if you don't believe me then come to my hood
And you will see that it ain't all good
[Project Pat:]
If you boys got beef we can (roll with it)
In the club or the street we can (go with it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow with it}
Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho split it)
If you boys got beef we can (roll with it)
In the club or the street we can (go with it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow with it}
Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho split it)
Let me chirp these fools
Juice got weed Juice got pills
Juice got the work on the corner cutting deals
Juice know you haters out there snitching ain't for real
So Juice got some gang niggas down for the kill
Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field
We never had a job but we sitting on a mill
We ball out in the club with our niggas staying trill
We never wrote a check just them big face bills
A player drinking Maker's Mark-er, cranberry vodka
Wearing a mink coat that's furry as Chewbacca
I saw ya main girl and a player had to stop her
Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker
The feds taking pictures of us balling but I got 'em
A 7 footer hole for his body we gonna drop 'em
We always on the grind we be watching when they watching
And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah!
[Project Pat:]
If you boys got beef we can (roll with it)
In the club or the street we can (go with it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow with it}
Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho split it)
If you boys got beef we can (roll with it)
In the club or the street we can (go with it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow with it}
Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho split it)
[DJ Paul:]
We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests
Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess
And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust
You gonna have hell if you fuck with us and that's what's up
The whole club we maintain
These Hydra-Shok® bullets mushroom in your brain
We in bed with the med we give 'em something to do
Cause clown ass niggas love to act a fool
[Crunchy Blac:]
My hood is real nigga my hood ain't fake
My hood is home nigga everything straight
My hood will rob you with mask on they face
My hood will do it to put food on they plate
My hood ain't tame dog they wanna jump fool
My hood they hang together they all jump you
And if you don't believe me then come to my hood
And you will see that it ain't all good
[Project Pat:]
If you boys got beef we can (roll with it)
In the club or the street we can (go with it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow with it}
Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho split it)
If you boys got beef we can (roll with it)
In the club or the street we can (go with it)
It don't make me none (blow for blow with it}
Crack his head with a gun (I'ma sho split it)
Thanks to Mike St. Pierre, jmet67, Matt for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Steve Winwood, Lamont Herbert Dozier, Brian Holland, Will Jennings, Eddie Holland
