lirik lagu 3x krazy - rollin 100's
rollin 100’s lyrics
[intro: e~40]
i’m just a bill, yeah i’m only a bill
i’m sittin’ here on motherf~ckin’ scrilla~scrill
that’s right b~tch!
[verse 1: agerman]
no need for the motherf~ckin’ ambulance
call it a three times circumstance
[?]
there’ll be no witnesses to this homicide
“where did he go?” snitchin’
it’s to the f~ckin’ dome
my k!llers in the cut
(try me)
[?] for the passion
(mobly)
call the coroner with the m~i~n~i 14
([?])
when the boys are [?] the game like monopoly
use it like a drug, thuggin’, hustlin’, and sluggin’
livin’ shady and rugged
200~dollar under buckets
we’re livin’ diamonds to gold nuggets
put a dent in yo’ budget
then leave with a pocket full of duckets
see i’m a grown~ass n~gga
runnin’~through~your~home~ass n~gga
put~one~in~your~dome~ass n~gga
with a finger that’s eager to pull that chrome~ass trigger
i’m walnuttin’ it, cookin’ it, cuttin’ it, baggin’ it
[?] ain’t havin’ it, i got a~1 yo’ for the cabbage
snitches linkin’ and finkin’
so when they find you, you won’t be breathin’ or blinkin’
just thinkin’ we the mob
n~ggas in for the lincolns
smokin’ and drinkin’
n~gga, when we rob, we’re creepin’ to keep the police from peepin’
[verse 2: keak da sneak]
we in the crack house
can’t find us in the flat house
and if you don’t know that back route
they’ll search you when you get back out
these n~ggas be on ya
and he ain’t gettin’ up, we tried ammonia
we do damage, so f~ck the ambulance
just call the coroner
[?], i’m perkin’, crackin’, checkin’ money quicker
opd and [?] ‘fore they catch this n~gga
seen rain gettin’ money
that’s when i finally figured
f~ckin stealin’ cars, hit ’em hard
and scat to make my stack bigger
doin’ all~nighters, and wearin’ the same sh~t for weeks
watch the stash, then finna smash through the oakland streets
saw the drought here
a n~gga’s fingers got sticky
stole my bundle, and got his head busted with a mickey
it’s sickly, ’cause this n~gga ain’t havin’ no cream
out here broke as f~ck, and none of my bundle gone
he’s doin’ his thing
make the heads ring, like dr. dre
he set an example, just a lil’ sample
this ain’t for play
my money tied up in a chevy and lost [?]
i’m walnuttin’, cookin’, cuttin’ it
and [?] my way
[hook]
whatchu need?
i got yola, a~1, no bakin’ soda
whole half quarter seepin’ gallons of water, b~tch!
i’m walnuttin’ it, cookin’ it, cuttin’ it, baggin’ it
[?] ain’t havin’ it, i got a~1 yo’ for the cabbage
[verse 3: b.a.]
i’m walnuttin’ it, cookin’ it, cuttin’ it, baggin’ it
put it on a couple of freebies so them noggas come and see me
[?]
we ridin’, fetch me come and catch me
collectin’ my dibby city to city, it’s a [?]
we tearin’ them buds and them clubs
f~ckin’ with hoes like we supposed to
ain’t no simpin’ and loves
plus, we’re rollin’ hunnids criss~tight
like a philly full of bomb
we’re scratchin’ our palms
them pitbullies on the lines
f~ckin’ with indo, for the scrillo
soldiers slangin’ super [?]
razor sharp as a pencil
i make a hit if yo’ spot crankin’
this rock breaker, uh
money machine
smooth sellin’ full of green
[verse 4: harm]
i keep a~1 without the drawback
so if you laggy you’s just gon’ be f~ckin’ off your dope~sack
i got cakes to bake
money to make, and to set it straight it’s gon’ be 16,5
to pay your visit and be down with it n~gga
kid i struggled to strive
and to stay alive i had to stay on my toes
f~ck these b~tches and hoes
brand new cars and new clothes
i’m sharp like a ‘chete
so get in your march and get ready
’cause i got that a~1 yo~y, [?], and moby, gettin’ my fetti, n~gga
[hook]
whatchu need?
i got yola, a~1, no bakin’ soda
whole half quarter seepin’ gallons of water, b~tch!
i’m walnuttin’ it, cookin’ it, cuttin’ it, baggin’ it
[?] ain’t havin’ it, i got a~1 yo’ for the cabbage
[verse 5: mr. spence]
posted up on the track, homie whatchu need?
got sacks of yola, got sacks of weed
got gallons of water, got fake ids
got motorola’s with c~h~i~ps
it’s the g of them all
above the law like steven seagal
movin’ things like a u~haul
knockin’ n~ggas out the game like a cueball
y’all ain’t know? i got the block sold up like a quill
bank roll longer than manute bol standin’ on steel, sh~t
better ask somebody, i gets down and dirty about my scratch
and don’t let it be a drought, ’cause i’m through somebody house with a stockin’ cap
rest the n~ggas, off the track when it’s my time to grind
’cause ’til my sack of yola off, ain’t n0body makin’ a dime
[verse 6: e~40]
uh~th~uh~36 zips
on the triple beam scale
burn the ducktape
but keep all the yayo
makin’ [?] accusations
holdin’ illegal drug traffications
[?] conversations
skyballin’ tactications
perkin’ off korbel brandy into traffic
conductin’ business in a ’67 maverick
get my partners sprazy
don’t you wait too late
’cause prices fluctuate like luther vandross’ wait
on the down~easy, who whatchu got on there tough?
finna be another dreezy, n~ggas don’t wanna be stuck
be on your ps and toes, watch out for tricks and traps
’cause when ya bring the funk, can’t let the funk come back
today they’re hard, but yesterday they were soft
f~ck them n~ggas! they get their heads tore off
b~tch!
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