we straight flow from the block
 the party ain't over till I'm pullin' out the glock
 unnecessary, that I unleash the real
 I rubbin' you the right way like Johnny Gill
 feel, a nigga tryin' to put it down on the town
 even though all the hatas being around
 I still clown
 with the sound that will keep you pumped
 I'm pushin' nothin' but this motherfuckin' gangsta funk
 when I skunk
 creepin' with my ACG
 with the Vegas and the weed
 got to let the brain feed
 not a bad boy
 but I put it down like Mase
 in the thug category
 tryin' to shake the face
 game lace
 tighter than a pair of new Jordan's
 holdin' down the line like my name Ken Norton
 for the team
 rollin' up nickels like green
 bud and you hatas in the town
 got to show me love

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 I got sacks of weed
 and we can hit the cuts
 and roll 'em up
 roll 'em up
 when you dealin' wit the mob
 fool you know what's up
 cause we'll roll you up
 roll you up
 when you in the sco town
 don't press your luck
 just roll 'em up
 roll 'em up
 or hit the heel for the nade
 and we can blow shit up
 cause I'm rolls 'em up
 rolls 'em up

 represent the tip of the sco
 lettin' niggas know
 how a playa rolls when I hit the door
 lettin' off smoke like the wild wild west
 blowin' nade can't fuck wit the cest
 I got a complex
 I need premium
 grade A dojah
 bitch I'm a soldja
 can't nothin' hold ya
 nigga from the point down
 in the background
 niggas yellin' kill-a-hoe
 lettin' off nine rounds
 it's all over now
 had 'em jack at the hash
 Plus I got a twamp sack stashed in the ash tray
 Dre, bitches and nigga Taydatay
 put it down like a hog
 for my niggas all day
 it's the bomb bay
 a real G parlay
 won't stop rollin' blunts till judgement day
 call it what you want
 but I'm addicted to the cannabis
 niggas can't handle this
 Cuz I'm so scandalous

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 hit the liquor store for some pour
 fuck all of y'all
 if you can't roll wit the hog
 Livin in the city of the fog
 keep a trail hill
 for the real deal
 off the nade and a mad dog
 it's your car
 the bitch ridin' shotgun
 she wants to heat the hottub for some action
 grab the gat son
 I don't trust neer bitch
 Nina Rostine in the cuts
 can you handle this
 you know I come equipped
 with an extra clip
 pull out another blunt
 roll another sack of hemp
 don't trip
 just to my fashion
 when I start flashin'
 I might start blastin'
 off to the land of unknown
 let me call Big Mac on the clome
 you know it's on
 lookin' for more endo smoke
 hit 3rd street fiendin' for some JC roll bowl