"Rollin" as written by Kasseem Dean, Earl Simmons, Fred Durst, Reggie Noble and Clifford Smith....
featuring Masta Ase O.C.



Intro: Masta Ace



Yeah just like I was sayin

things are same all over

it don't matter where you come from

east coast west coast T dot O dot down south

you gotta keep rollin if you gonna get through all this



[Masta Ace]

yo yo I makes green backs of mean tracks

it seems that life ain't nuttin but phat cars

and green stack 2 storeys high

I wouldn't want to die

po broke and lonely, no joke I'm only

a hop jump and skip, from 30, gotta get my hands dirty

if I want to see cash that's gon last

I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart

where's the math, gotta go for broke witout a cast

ain't shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes

we floats flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers

crack makers never left the neighbourhood

cash rules everything except me

that's what cream mean, don't rule the rhyme

on valentines day nigga, you still couldnt find

the heart to try to step to, fuck wit

mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin nigga and lets get

all this dough like Pillbury and I still bury

wack rappers in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year to

and my tongue will tear you

keep rollin in dough and son I hear you



Chorus

Baby roll wit me, maybe you can see

what all life can be

(what you gonna do when your mind gets old)



[Saukrates]

(make money)the slogn of ghetto dwellers in such

(take money)the phrase of an organized bank rush

sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone

interceptin drug carriers and takin they home

popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck

solidify your cash, your the biggest guy

gotta tooken out,

the bitch caught a disease for the plague Saukrates

now who's got the g's

desperado, get away cars hittin the throttle

pinchin diamonds the size of the lotto

any kind of hesitation to 25 ta life you get

come out, kickin Carlito 'cause you can't resist

in your world wife and kids become the minority

cause yens, franks, marks and dollars become your priority

on stage frontin as if your mic makes all your cream

father time paid off the sandman and saw your dream

nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it

'cause I did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics

realize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperate

they'd sell they mother for a 7 digit figure

don't you get it...



Chorus



[O.C.]

Yo Sauk, yo Ace, what's up wit money over there

whppin on the street like he just don't care

his flambouyancy annoying,

ignorant nigga figure he gon roll all his life

thinkin he gon roll all his life being big bad and bold

and what, sellin drugs on the street ain't nuttin but a sucka

he gets fucked and his mind mad mushy intelligents all fuzzy,

get shot street nigga forgot who was he

in it for all things respect

you rightful to fall of in life either deceased or arrested

mastermind designed you had through a science giver

mad man reigned over major alliance

your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds

sluts and scars , draggin behind bars still

the wake up call, face off the jail bully

takin your man hood, thought you had a pussy

come home seen your man, now the lies arise

tellin your man you was fightin niggas twice your size

your conscious is feelin it, sippin a brew

2 years you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one

mental swollen and your manhood stolen

wrecked and got dugout for the price of gold



Chorus


Lyrics submitted by daisie_bfa

"Rollin" as written by Cairo Benn Mark Asari

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Roba Music, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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