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How We Roll Lyrics by Krayzie Bone
How We Roll by Krayzie Bone
Thatâ€™s right nigga (Double Glock) Mr. Leathaface (It donâ€™t stop) Yaâ€™ll niggas wanna be real (The bloody body rott) get caught up in some of this thug shit.
This how the thugs and the hustlaâ€™z and gangstaâ€™s play, this how we roll (This what we do) Thatâ€™s how we roll
Niggas was born and brought up in the hood, hung out with killas and crooks/ They showed the nigga how to cook the rocks and not to get booked by the cops/ Young, haulin' Iâ€™m 17, Iâ€™m on the corner with Burna, my dawg and niggas ainâ€™t got no place to sleep or to eat at all/ Fuck that, pass that sawed-off pump/ Since we ainâ€™t got no dope to slang, partner, yaâ€™ll know what? Weâ€™ like some motherfuckinâ€™ scavangers on they ass was scandalous and this is just a jackinâ€™ donâ€™t make it assault and battery/ In a stolen Caddy, jump out â€œWhatâ€™s up nigga?â€ We know you got some dough, whatâ€™s happeninâ€™ nigga? You just sold to that crackhead/ Iâ€™m buzzinâ€™ of that motherfuckinâ€™ 40 a gutt/ Is you gonâ€™ drop the fuckinâ€™ money lilâ€™ homey or what? â€œOnly got 25 dollers manâ€ Nigga shut tha fuck up! Cauze you ahead a me 25 dollars, nigga I ainâ€™t got nothinâ€™/ And did I mention (Listen) I ainâ€™t ate since Monday, todayâ€™s Friday so nigga release them two tens and that five or you die today, die today
Motherfuckers ainâ€™t ready for this/ I been told ya'll niggas, but now I got to come show ya'll niggas with a 9 millimeter heater, shit finna get violent, violent/ Deuce Double O Tre, fuck the Po-Po, FBI, and the CIA or any other motherfucker wanna know whatâ€™s up with Kray, hey/ Eat a dick bitch, out my way I got to go/ Gotta get the dough, pocket full of profit/ Cock it, watch it, I'm not the ho gettinâ€™ robbed, oh no! What I tell nigga â€˜bout the 4-4, it blow/ How â€˜bout anybody that fucks with me, killa, pop pop! Drop to your knees nigga/ Didnâ€™t think ya see yourself bleed, did ya? Like a show, gotta a lot of pleasinâ€™ ya/ Manditory we run up and detatch niggas for everythang/ Just show me the money, when you hear the wind blow, you know itâ€™s blowinâ€™ at LeathaFace/ You know thatâ€™s murda moâ€™ nigga got to kill some more/ Nigga murda moâ€™ nigga got to kill some more (For this thug shit)