Rollin Songtext

von Saukrates

Intro: Masta Ace

Yeah, just like I was sayin
Things are same all over,
It dont matter where you come from
East coast, west coast, T dot O dot, down south,
You gotta keep rollin if you gonna get thru all this

[Masta Ace]
Yo, yo, I makes green backs of mean tracks,
It seems that life aint nuttin but phat cars
And green stack 2 storeys high
I wouldnt wanna die
Po broke and lonely, no joke Im only
A hop jump and skip, from 30, gotta get my hands dirty
If I wanna see cash thats gon last
I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart
Wheres the math, gotta go for broke witout a cast
Aint shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes
We floats flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers
Crack makers never left the neighbourhood
Cash rules everything except me
Thats what cream mean, dont rule the rhyme
On valentines day nigga, you still couldnt find
The heart to try to step to, fuck wit
Mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin nigga and lets get
All this dough like Pillbury and I still bury
Wack rappers in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year to
And my tongue will tear you
Keep rollin in dough and son I hear you

Chorus
Baby roll wit me, maybe you can see
What all life can be
(what you gonna do when your mind gets old)

[Saukrates]
(make money)the slogn of ghetto dwellers in such
(take money)the phrase of an organized bank rush
Sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone
Interceptin drug carriers and takin they home
Popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck
Solidify your cash, your the biggest guy
Gotta tooken out,
The bitch caught a disease for the plague Saukrates
Now who's got the g's
Desperado, get away cars hittin the throttle
Pinchin diamonds the size of the lotto
Any kind of hesitation to 25 ta life you get
Come out, kickin Carlito cuz you cant resist
In your world wife and kids become the minority
Cause yens, franks, marks and dollars become your priority
On stage frontin as if your mic makes all your cream
Father time paid off the sandman and saw your dream
Nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it
Cuz I did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics
Realize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperate
They'd sell they mother for a 7 digit figure
Dont you get it...

Chorus

[O.C.]
Yo Sauk, yo Ace, whats up wit money over there
Whppin on the street like he just dont care
His flambouyancy annoying,
Ignorant nigga figure he gon roll all his life
Thinkin he gon roll all his life being big bad and bold
And what, sellin drugs on the street aint nuttin but a sucka
He gets fucked and his mind mad mushy intelligents all fuzzy,
Get shot street nigga forgot who was he
In it for all things respect
You rightful to fall of in life either deceased or arrested
Mastermind desgined you had thru a science giver
Mad man reigned over major alliance
Your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds
Sluts and scars , draggin behind bars still
The wake up call, face off the jail bully
Takin your man hood, thought you had a pussy
Come home seen your man, now the lies arise
Tellin your man you was fightin niggas twice your size
Your concious is feelin it, sippin a brew
2 years you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one
Mental swollen and your manhood stolen
Wrecked and got dugout for the price of gold

Chorus