Текст песни 50 Cent - Roll That Shit

Going No Where
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: 50 Cent
Альбом: Going No Where
Длительность: 03:49
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[Intro:] "I really hate havin to resort To knockin elderly people in the head for they money! But I'll do it! I'll do it! Yea, you know I'll do it I'll do it, I'll do it Yea, you know I'll do it I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh" {"SMS, Audio"} [Chorus: 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)] I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit (Nigga I'm high as a muh'fucker) I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit {"The Letter C"} (Ain't nann nigga 'bout to come tell me nothin) I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit (I'll make yo' bitch come smoke with me) I'll roll the shit - I'll roll the shit (That's why yo' bitch wan' roll with me, huh!) My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top It's hot, I'm checkin my AP If I shout let's roll, then bitch you wan' roll Nigga you must be crazy I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit... I'll roll the shit - I'll smoke the shit... [50 Cent:] Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope Kush smoke same color to match that coat I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin Dom poppin, party rockin My beat knockin, your bitch watchin My feds clockin my shit Blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks Get your ass whipped you step on my shit Nigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitch Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch That shit fake, Audemars don't tick Them ain't diamonds, what is this shit? I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick I'm a match that deal with my hat They said I fell off, I snapped right back Nigga my money can't fit in no safe Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault Better have a pound if you niggaz wan' smoke [Chorus] [Kidd Kidd (50 Cent):] HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done did Took a Ninth Ward nigga from the hood made him big Now every hoe want a kid from the Kidd Kidd They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick Give me brain like I ain't got no sense I got change, dollars and lil' cents I got rich, they ain't seen me since Now it's all startin to make sense I pull up in that brand new Benz All of a sudden I got brand new friends Brand new chopper, bitch go blakka BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind (I roll the shit, I smoke the shit) I forgot she was in my bed (I roll the shit - I smoke the shit) Damn! I blew through all my bread That Lambo ain't got no top Man I'm hotter than stove top Rider Gang, we on top And we havin a smoke-out Eyes low but I'm so high Don't ask me, I don't know why I'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shit If I don't pass the shit don't task for shit, HUH! [Chorus]
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