Master P - Roll how we roll Lyrics
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Album: Ghetto Postage [Chorus: Afficial] Yall niggas can't roll how we roll Live how we live stroll how we stroll Yall niggas can't roll how we roll Live how we live stroll how we stroll [Master P] I got a mansion in the hills but got apartment in the bricks I don't fucked supermodels but im married to ghetto chicks Ball in the NBA on the streets slang quarters Made ESPN for slangin 3's at Vince Carter I got a car lot of Benz's one in every color My sons only 10 and own a bubbleeye baby hummer I got a pink diamond in a safe worth about 20 karatz But I still hang wit thug niggas in the hood like T. Harris They should call em Arnold Shwartzeneger cuz I carry gold 4-5's And my mission in life is to make millions til I die They should retire my jersey cuz everything I ship be platinum And if you aint wit No Limit you don't know what's happenin Chorus: [Afficial] F-L-A-L damn that's E-S Still spit game get head up in the G-S Rap game nice ball game nice Whole squad nice even when im shootin the dice im nice nice Even when im knowing im wrong im right right You prolly catch me rollin a blunt that's tight tight And everywhere im going im hearin A A Put a hand on my brother look niggas wouldn't dare 16 guns got me 16 trials 16 boss got you 16 thous 16 shots get you 16 wholes my wholes fire eatin plus you niggas don't know Chorus: [Afficial] Money talks bullshit walks that's the rules of the game Push my rover to the limit I abused the range Change cars like my clothes including shoes Wit a mansion in the hills wit 100 plus rooms I love cash but go to jail just to workout Get a year for G-P get big and get out I should sit out a season and quit rap for a while So I can go down south wit platinum teeth when I smile Excersion heavy milage rims like 30 inches Trucks so big I could scoot like 30 bitches Yall money short like 30 midgets Giani suit or No Limit gear I do buisenss
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