lirik lagu fam-lay - rock n' roll (remix)
[pharrell williams]
hmmm yess sirrrrr..
[verse – fam-lay]
rock and roll and roll and rock
i got 10’s, got 20’s, got fifty blocks
i got smoke in back, c0ke for sale
so much c0ke got c0ke in jail
in the white rolls royce wit my man pharrell
this lil’ n-gga got beats too fresh to be stale
but i’m a take it back to the early 80’s
where my couzin stacey had the pearl mecerdes
my aunt-couzin wamp had the black on black
ac’ coupe legend wit the gold in the back
i was just a lil’ youngin running wild as h-ll
running ’round wild trying to get that mail
lil’ shorty whose trying to learn the rules
i was twelve years old brought the tool to school
cause i was quick to flip, quick to sell that sh-t
you ain’t from the hood y’all don’t know bout this
[hook – fam-lay & (pharrell)]
but if you feel me, throw your bows up (star trak)
try to set up shop get clothed up (star trak)
hey i’m the candy man i got more than frozen cups
i got ya chopped, tossed, sour, diesel roll ups
(fam!) we could roll up (star trak)
(fam!) don’t try to roll up (star trak)
don’t make me pull these motherf-cking fo’s up
cause it’s like that!
[verse – lil’ flip]
uh! well here’s a little story i’d like to tell
about a h-town pimp and i ain’t got his mail
it started way back in 1999
when i got my first dime and i started to grind
now we can rock n’ roll, i got a roll of rocks
and when you hear {-sirens-} there go the cops
when the block get hot, homie we gon chill
and bid like 22 mill, we could plan a deal
my light too real for me to act like you
i’m playing wit too much paper to put slacks like you
you could call me betty crocker cause i’m baking them cakes
and when i cross the interstate, i’m switching up plates
i’m watching the feds, they’re watching my moves
i’m paying my dues, i’m spraying my tools
we never play by the rules
you might hate to lose if you play wit us
you ain’t heard? me and my homies keep them k’s wit us
you’ll stop – drop, roll, we’ll shoot ya in the head
and when i’m chasing my bread, i’m shaking the feds
and i’m – packing my lead, y’all ain’t ready for me
the only time you saw a bird was on sesame street
i got street birds, and i keep ’em in my pouch
play wit my money and i turn into oscar the grouch!
[hook]
[bridge – kelis]
aww sh-t, this is part when the fight just start
when the fists get to swinging and the .45th spark
and then the b-tches get to running and the b-tch just scream and
we speed off in the rolls and it’s so d-mn clean
[verse – fam-lay]
i stand on my block, the gamblest spot
my hands in my pocket both hammers is c-cked
waiting for a n-gga to just act up
my right hand big six got my big back up
lookers lookin all jealous lookin mad as h-ll
acting like little girls like tattle tales
mad cause my right hand bad as h-ll
i woulda kept shooting but i had to sell
see i’m a crime boss 365
lookin for a nina raw, she just to ride
picked up my cash and slide off sweet
n-gga tried to sn-tch -ss knocked his heart off beat
n-gga talked trash like the sh-t all sweet
won’t ya all take the cash dog, not off me
hustlers in my veins, you cannot stop it
walking on the block wit life in my pocket
i’m tryin’ to sco’ and get this sh-t off quick
you ain’t from the ghetto y’all don’t know bout this
[hook]
[bridge]
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