Rolex Rulez Lyrics
| Song | Rolex Rulez |
| Artist | Yukmouth |
| Album | Thugged Out: The Albulation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cayson, Ellis | |
| Yes, yes, yes, uh! | |
| Balla shit, nigga | |
| Timer shit nigga | |
| (regime shit baby) | |
| Flossy shit, boi! | |
| (smoke-a-lot, smoke-a-lot) | |
| Rolex rulez | |
| Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an baggets an shit. | |
| Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga | |
| Uh. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I started off wit heata shit | |
| Carry a nine millameter shit | |
| Rolex on my wrist | |
| Never fuckin wit geneve shit | |
| (playboy whats geneve shit?) | |
| Somethin like 20 g's cheaper shit | |
| Tryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit | |
| Look juss like a rollie, but it really ain't rollie | |
| What the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake rollie | |
| I never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make rollie | |
| The motra fake rollie's, yo time an date gone break rollie | |
| The type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take rollie | |
| Go out on a date, start makin bitches hate rollie | |
| Now pump yo brakes homie | |
| Only the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant | |
| Rolex wear outside | |
| "stayin alive" like wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut | |
| Wise steps, hands carrassin my tech | |
| Rolex under my sleve nigga | |
| To each nigga playa hatin, i make you mutha fuckas bleed quicka | |
| I read niggas | |
| Look in my eyes an die slowly | |
| Meet my four-five | |
| Niggas done died fo a rollie | |
| I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely | |
| They died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie | |
| My four-five told me, that shit that crucify homies | |
| If i didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me | |
| Die fo me | |
| Eye fo an eye homie | |
| That's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my rollie nigga | |
| Rolex rulez. | |
| Chorus *(phats bossalini)* 2x | |
| Well an nigga wit the rolex on | |
| You best believe he packin stretch armstrong | |
| Some kinda gat or thang on him | |
| Hit you bullet rain storms | |
| When you got the rolex watch, piece an chain on | |
| Listen. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| To all my real playas | |
| Throw yo rollie's in the sky | |
| Wave 'em side to side | |
| Then keep yo four-five caulked to ride | |
| So many mutha fuckas done died | |
| Tryin to steal a rolex watch | |
| Especially tryin to steal mines | |
| I remember the day i bought my first watch | |
| The turfs hot | |
| Slangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don't stop | |
| Raise niggas off the block who turf hop | |
| Juss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first | |
| Spot | |
| I'm wet | |
| Cash the check, grab the tech an jet | |
| 10 g's in my pocket headed straight to spence | |
| I want my shit all baggets | |
| But it cost too much | |
| Had to fuck wit somethin less | |
| Ain't tryin to floss too much | |
| A straight gold presidential | |
| No diamonds down the wrist | |
| Princess cabezel | |
| You know | |
| That's small timer shit | |
| But fuck that! | |
| I got the rolex, chain an ring that match | |
| Stack my scratch, until i got enough green to bring shit back | |
| Exchange? yes! | |
| Give up the chain an gain a rolex | |
| Drop some g's | |
| It's juss like property so invest | |
| An if you ever go broke, don't feel depressed under stress | |
| Pawn yo shit, i give you what you paid an not a dolla less | |
| That's big timer shit | |
| White colla shit, so i jet | |
| I see some niggas casin the set | |
| Hangin out by my lex | |
| I grab the mutha fuckin tech 9 | |
| The first time, i get to hear that mutha fucka scream an whine | |
| Rolex rulez! | |
| *(chorus)* 2x | |
| Uh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh. | |
| Smoke-a-lot up in this bitch. | |
| Regime shit, uh. | |
| Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleve. | |
| Haha. cuz niggas tryin to get us. | |
| But i keep big heats, nigga. uh. | |
| How many holes you want in yo ass? | |
| Blow-blow! | |
| 1, 2, or 3? nigga what? | |
| Blow-blow! | |
| Back the fuck up nigga. we do our thang, rolex rulez. | |
| I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potna | |
| Or you will get flatlined. | |
| Done deal. |
| zuo qu : Cayson, Ellis | |
| Yes, yes, yes, uh! | |
| Balla shit, nigga | |
| Timer shit nigga | |
| regime shit baby | |
| Flossy shit, boi! | |
| smokealot, smokealot | |
| Rolex rulez | |
| Check it, we rock big jewels an shit, big karats an baggets an shit. | |
| Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga | |
| Uh. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I started off wit heata shit | |
| Carry a nine millameter shit | |
| Rolex on my wrist | |
| Never fuckin wit geneve shit | |
| playboy whats geneve shit? | |
| Somethin like 20 g' s cheaper shit | |
| Tryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit | |
| Look juss like a rollie, but it really ain' t rollie | |
| What the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake rollie | |
| I never knew that swap meets awraps could make rollie | |
| The motra fake rollie' s, yo time an date gone break rollie | |
| The type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take rollie | |
| Go out on a date, start makin bitches hate rollie | |
| Now pump yo brakes homie | |
| Only the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant | |
| Rolex wear outside | |
| " stayin alive" like wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut | |
| Wise steps, hands carrassin my tech | |
| Rolex under my sleve nigga | |
| To each nigga playa hatin, i make you mutha fuckas bleed quicka | |
| I read niggas | |
| Look in my eyes an die slowly | |
| Meet my fourfive | |
| Niggas done died fo a rollie | |
| I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely | |
| They died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie | |
| My fourfive told me, that shit that crucify homies | |
| If i didn' t, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me | |
| Die fo me | |
| Eye fo an eye homie | |
| That' s what you get for tryin to rob me fo my rollie nigga | |
| Rolex rulez. | |
| Chorus phats bossalini 2x | |
| Well an nigga wit the rolex on | |
| You best believe he packin stretch armstrong | |
| Some kinda gat or thang on him | |
| Hit you bullet rain storms | |
| When you got the rolex watch, piece an chain on | |
| Listen. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| To all my real playas | |
| Throw yo rollie' s in the sky | |
| Wave ' em side to side | |
| Then keep yo fourfive caulked to ride | |
| So many mutha fuckas done died | |
| Tryin to steal a rolex watch | |
| Especially tryin to steal mines | |
| I remember the day i bought my first watch | |
| The turfs hot | |
| Slangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don' t stop | |
| Raise niggas off the block who turf hop | |
| Juss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first | |
| Spot | |
| I' m wet | |
| Cash the check, grab the tech an jet | |
| 10 g' s in my pocket headed straight to spence | |
| I want my shit all baggets | |
| But it cost too much | |
| Had to fuck wit somethin less | |
| Ain' t tryin to floss too much | |
| A straight gold presidential | |
| No diamonds down the wrist | |
| Princess cabezel | |
| You know | |
| That' s small timer shit | |
| But fuck that! | |
| I got the rolex, chain an ring that match | |
| Stack my scratch, until i got enough green to bring shit back | |
| Exchange? yes! | |
| Give up the chain an gain a rolex | |
| Drop some g' s | |
| It' s juss like property so invest | |
| An if you ever go broke, don' t feel depressed under stress | |
| Pawn yo shit, i give you what you paid an not a dolla less | |
| That' s big timer shit | |
| White colla shit, so i jet | |
| I see some niggas casin the set | |
| Hangin out by my lex | |
| I grab the mutha fuckin tech 9 | |
| The first time, i get to hear that mutha fucka scream an whine | |
| Rolex rulez! | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Uh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh. | |
| Smokealot up in this bitch. | |
| Regime shit, uh. | |
| Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleve. | |
| Haha. cuz niggas tryin to get us. | |
| But i keep big heats, nigga. uh. | |
| How many holes you want in yo ass? | |
| Blowblow! | |
| 1, 2, or 3? nigga what? | |
| Blowblow! | |
| Back the fuck up nigga. we do our thang, rolex rulez. | |
| I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potna | |
| Or you will get flatlined. | |
| Done deal. |
| zuò qǔ : Cayson, Ellis | |
| Yes, yes, yes, uh! | |
| Balla shit, nigga | |
| Timer shit nigga | |
| regime shit baby | |
| Flossy shit, boi! | |
| smokealot, smokealot | |
| Rolex rulez | |
| Check it, we rock big jewels an shit, big karats an baggets an shit. | |
| Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga | |
| Uh. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I started off wit heata shit | |
| Carry a nine millameter shit | |
| Rolex on my wrist | |
| Never fuckin wit geneve shit | |
| playboy whats geneve shit? | |
| Somethin like 20 g' s cheaper shit | |
| Tryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit | |
| Look juss like a rollie, but it really ain' t rollie | |
| What the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake rollie | |
| I never knew that swap meets awraps could make rollie | |
| The motra fake rollie' s, yo time an date gone break rollie | |
| The type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take rollie | |
| Go out on a date, start makin bitches hate rollie | |
| Now pump yo brakes homie | |
| Only the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant | |
| Rolex wear outside | |
| " stayin alive" like wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut | |
| Wise steps, hands carrassin my tech | |
| Rolex under my sleve nigga | |
| To each nigga playa hatin, i make you mutha fuckas bleed quicka | |
| I read niggas | |
| Look in my eyes an die slowly | |
| Meet my fourfive | |
| Niggas done died fo a rollie | |
| I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely | |
| They died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie | |
| My fourfive told me, that shit that crucify homies | |
| If i didn' t, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me | |
| Die fo me | |
| Eye fo an eye homie | |
| That' s what you get for tryin to rob me fo my rollie nigga | |
| Rolex rulez. | |
| Chorus phats bossalini 2x | |
| Well an nigga wit the rolex on | |
| You best believe he packin stretch armstrong | |
| Some kinda gat or thang on him | |
| Hit you bullet rain storms | |
| When you got the rolex watch, piece an chain on | |
| Listen. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| To all my real playas | |
| Throw yo rollie' s in the sky | |
| Wave ' em side to side | |
| Then keep yo fourfive caulked to ride | |
| So many mutha fuckas done died | |
| Tryin to steal a rolex watch | |
| Especially tryin to steal mines | |
| I remember the day i bought my first watch | |
| The turfs hot | |
| Slangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don' t stop | |
| Raise niggas off the block who turf hop | |
| Juss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first | |
| Spot | |
| I' m wet | |
| Cash the check, grab the tech an jet | |
| 10 g' s in my pocket headed straight to spence | |
| I want my shit all baggets | |
| But it cost too much | |
| Had to fuck wit somethin less | |
| Ain' t tryin to floss too much | |
| A straight gold presidential | |
| No diamonds down the wrist | |
| Princess cabezel | |
| You know | |
| That' s small timer shit | |
| But fuck that! | |
| I got the rolex, chain an ring that match | |
| Stack my scratch, until i got enough green to bring shit back | |
| Exchange? yes! | |
| Give up the chain an gain a rolex | |
| Drop some g' s | |
| It' s juss like property so invest | |
| An if you ever go broke, don' t feel depressed under stress | |
| Pawn yo shit, i give you what you paid an not a dolla less | |
| That' s big timer shit | |
| White colla shit, so i jet | |
| I see some niggas casin the set | |
| Hangin out by my lex | |
| I grab the mutha fuckin tech 9 | |
| The first time, i get to hear that mutha fucka scream an whine | |
| Rolex rulez! | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Uh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh. | |
| Smokealot up in this bitch. | |
| Regime shit, uh. | |
| Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleve. | |
| Haha. cuz niggas tryin to get us. | |
| But i keep big heats, nigga. uh. | |
| How many holes you want in yo ass? | |
| Blowblow! | |
| 1, 2, or 3? nigga what? | |
| Blowblow! | |
| Back the fuck up nigga. we do our thang, rolex rulez. | |
| I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potna | |
| Or you will get flatlined. | |
| Done deal. |
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