The Game
The Game - Rollin' songtekst
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Will I ever change in this life? My grandma said I'll never change and she right Y'all think that L.A. gang banging, shit right Well you finna' find out what the game be like Red rag on my rear view No tint in the Porsche, see clear through God screaming up out them speakers so loud that a nigga can't hear you Wake up to a diamond cross, I'm a Christian Got a nigga feeling like Obama ‘nem Niggas shout out my windows, they yelling, say? They sprayed up my ‘Rari, they keyed up my Bentley They went at my top dog like Ab-Soul and Kendrick I said I'm a killa', god damn it I meant it I said I sold crack, nigga bubbling skillets At my grandma's house, I was selling work in it And god bless her soul, she died Back out the four, load up the five Pop up the trunk, load up them pots Aye ‘Ye, is this how them niggas do it in the Chi? Vice Lords, VD's Crips and Bloods in the? on goldie Yes a nigga did swore he was a man in the hood, now he begging for his life on both knees I'm a killer, no? Ask for these?, niggas don't know me Got a problem blood, then come show me I'm on Rose Crayon's and them Kobe's Got diamonds off in my Rollie, granddaddy stuffed in my stogie Motherfuck them acts with phonies Where I'm from, niggas shooting at the police Man these fuck niggas got me screwed up I'm like Papa Smurf in that blue truck Red hat, red pants, walking inside dreams with the kush in my hand I'm Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Young nigga 15, ? sand Sawed off in my pants like? Finna' rob me a nigga who? Somebody gon' give it to me, or they wanna feel the blade Mama used to stroke it just to feed me scraps Every Saturday, it was MTV raps Got sick of looking at other niggas that ain't deserve it so I followed my older brother to beat these traps I ain't worried about the love, I've seen everything The hood hot, like the devil had it off in his hands Send a strap your way, I seen a couple of fans Last pack, I took that and a couple of bands To think, cause of the heat I was doing? But they would give it to me, everyday I was paying dues I was a young wild nigga missing a couple screws In the hood, when I'm scared, only thing I'mma use, when I'm Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Mane, hold up ? with a cup full of lean, and a 4-0 tucked No more sleep, gotta get more bucks, OG rolled up Stakes are high, so I pray to god the folks don't roll up Big sister told me I need to grow up But I need that money, better not crumb me Copping bands and my codeine coming Trying to get blow like my nose was runny I work for mine, you can't take that from me Wrap it up, like Egyptian mummy And have it ready when I roll on up Stacking dough on up, from the floor on up And I'm all through the hood like ice cream trucks, just rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up Keep kush rolled, that dream I'm holding In the candy caddy' with with ninety-forty Bought a drop, put it in the shop But everything I got, on that bitch stolen Had a grill but couldn't afford the wheels Had paint, but it wasn't candy Kick endo to try and get that dough Whole family know, so they couldn't stand me Run and tell your mama, come get your son Mama like damn, what the hell he done Brother had bricks, but didn't give me shit So when he went to the pen, I ain't said no shit Mama at work, so I ran the house ?, I am the boss Turn that face up like the Mary Jane I was slanging ‘caine, got us all kicked out Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Them drugs up From Comptron, all the way to Chi-Town Back on down to Houston, Texas baby Trae The Truth, Z-Ro, Slim Thugga, Paul Wall, Common, Kanye West, and The Game Jesus Piece Either you got one, you want one, or you bout to rob a nigga for one So what's it gon' be nigga? (Gun shots, laughs)