Roll, Roll Lyrics

Song	Roll, Roll
Artist	504 Boyz
Album	Goodfellas
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	作词 : 504 Boyz
	作曲 : Silkk the Shocker/Sons of Funk/Krazy
	[Intro: Master P]
	Ain't no block too hot
	Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
	Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
	So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
	Ain't no block too hot
	Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
	Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
	So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
	[Verse 1: Master P]
	Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park
	From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark
	Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin
	But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin
	Me and my dogs We don't **** with you cats
	Go to the pen Don't **** with no rats
	See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open
	See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin
	A thousand ****in' grams That's what I'm workin' with
	Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit
	It's murder, 187 I represent the third ward
	We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky
	My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby)
	[Chorus: Master P]
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
	[Verse 2: Krazy]
	If it's a problem, I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
	Tell [?] come get, ya Chopper split ya
	A young soldier plottin' to rule the world with riches
	Ask P to use this Hummer so I can **** some bitches
	Run the block all week tryna dodge the cops
	Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops
	My niggas wearin' wires, feds tappin' my phone
	Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone
	Told my dog, me and you, we can rule the world
	He didn't listen, he'd rather stuff his nose with furl
	They found him dead in the project, brains on the ground
	When you a fiend that's the way the game go down
	[Chorus: Master P]
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street (****in' right)
	On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (watch out! Ya heard me)
	[Verse 3: Mystikal]
	I'm from the ? chopper too!
	Come ****in' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do!
	Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe!
	That nigga chokin! Mother****er coughin' up blood
	Well **** the Heimlich maneuver
	You don't want that drama to come to you!
	Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz hor iron will run ya through ya!
	You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact
	If you ain't got beef wit a nigga don't be 'round beef
	You won't be on yo' back
	[Verse 4: Silkk The Shocker]
	Oh it ain't my fault We'll dead these niggas
	Can't move, we infrared these niggas
	We'll do these niggas, black proof these niggas
	Close casket these boys, black suit these niggas
	We'll blast these niggas, walk past these niggas
	And ride on these bustas, just keep mashin' these niggas
	And after we do it, we'll toss the tec
	And ghetto plus I know not else but to ****in' floss the set
	You ain't gotta ask who's hot, who's on top
	I gotta question to ask y'all for real, Tru or not
	If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust
	If I got two niggas wildin' out when I bust, one gon' duck
	The one that's wildin' the most, that's the one I'ma bust
	He still trippin' after that I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough
	[Chorus: Master P]
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street (ya heard me)
	On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (Ya heard me)

	zuo ci : 504 Boyz
	zuo qu : Silkk the Shocker Sons of Funk Krazy
	Intro: Master P
	Ain' t no block too hot
	Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
	Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
	So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
	Ain' t no block too hot
	Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
	Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
	So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
	Verse 1: Master P
	Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park
	From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark
	Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin
	But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin
	Me and my dogs We don' t with you cats
	Go to the pen Don' t with no rats
	See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open
	See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin
	A thousand in' grams That' s what I' m workin' with
	Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit
	It' s murder, 187 I represent the third ward
	We tote mac 11' s If I die, write my name in the sky
	My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why baby
	Chorus: Master P
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat ya heard me
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat ya heard me
	Verse 2: Krazy
	If it' s a problem, I ain' t get my hands dirty wit ya
	Tell ? come get, ya Chopper split ya
	A young soldier plottin' to rule the world with riches
	Ask P to use this Hummer so I can some bitches
	Run the block all week tryna dodge the cops
	Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops
	My niggas wearin' wires, feds tappin' my phone
	Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone
	Told my dog, me and you, we can rule the world
	He didn' t listen, he' d rather stuff his nose with furl
	They found him dead in the project, brains on the ground
	When you a fiend that' s the way the game go down
	Chorus: Master P
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat ya heard me
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street in' right
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat watch out! Ya heard me
	Verse 3: Mystikal
	I' m from the ? chopper too!
	Come in' around wit me ain' t no tellin' what I' ma do!
	Put my foot so far up yo' ass I' d probably lose my shoe!
	That nigga chokin! Mother er coughin' up blood
	Well the Heimlich maneuver
	You don' t want that drama to come to you!
	Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz hor iron will run ya through ya!
	You and yo' dudes don' t be around cuz you' ll catch a contact
	If you ain' t got beef wit a nigga don' t be ' round beef
	You won' t be on yo' back
	Verse 4: Silkk The Shocker
	Oh it ain' t my fault We' ll dead these niggas
	Can' t move, we infrared these niggas
	We' ll do these niggas, black proof these niggas
	Close casket these boys, black suit these niggas
	We' ll blast these niggas, walk past these niggas
	And ride on these bustas, just keep mashin' these niggas
	And after we do it, we' ll toss the tec
	And ghetto plus I know not else but to in' floss the set
	You ain' t gotta ask who' s hot, who' s on top
	I gotta question to ask y' all for real, Tru or not
	If I got two guns I' m sure one gon' bust
	If I got two niggas wildin' out when I bust, one gon' duck
	The one that' s wildin' the most, that' s the one I' ma bust
	He still trippin' after that I' ma give him two cuz he don' t think one was enough
	Chorus: Master P
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street ya heard me
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat ya heard me
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat Ya heard me

	zuò cí : 504 Boyz
	zuò qǔ : Silkk the Shocker Sons of Funk Krazy
	Intro: Master P
	Ain' t no block too hot
	Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
	Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
	So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
	Ain' t no block too hot
	Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
	Hot boy nigga grab the Glock
	So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
	Verse 1: Master P
	Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park
	From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark
	Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin
	But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin
	Me and my dogs We don' t with you cats
	Go to the pen Don' t with no rats
	See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open
	See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin
	A thousand in' grams That' s what I' m workin' with
	Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit
	It' s murder, 187 I represent the third ward
	We tote mac 11' s If I die, write my name in the sky
	My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why baby
	Chorus: Master P
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat ya heard me
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat ya heard me
	Verse 2: Krazy
	If it' s a problem, I ain' t get my hands dirty wit ya
	Tell ? come get, ya Chopper split ya
	A young soldier plottin' to rule the world with riches
	Ask P to use this Hummer so I can some bitches
	Run the block all week tryna dodge the cops
	Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops
	My niggas wearin' wires, feds tappin' my phone
	Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone
	Told my dog, me and you, we can rule the world
	He didn' t listen, he' d rather stuff his nose with furl
	They found him dead in the project, brains on the ground
	When you a fiend that' s the way the game go down
	Chorus: Master P
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat ya heard me
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street in' right
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat watch out! Ya heard me
	Verse 3: Mystikal
	I' m from the ? chopper too!
	Come in' around wit me ain' t no tellin' what I' ma do!
	Put my foot so far up yo' ass I' d probably lose my shoe!
	That nigga chokin! Mother er coughin' up blood
	Well the Heimlich maneuver
	You don' t want that drama to come to you!
	Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz hor iron will run ya through ya!
	You and yo' dudes don' t be around cuz you' ll catch a contact
	If you ain' t got beef wit a nigga don' t be ' round beef
	You won' t be on yo' back
	Verse 4: Silkk The Shocker
	Oh it ain' t my fault We' ll dead these niggas
	Can' t move, we infrared these niggas
	We' ll do these niggas, black proof these niggas
	Close casket these boys, black suit these niggas
	We' ll blast these niggas, walk past these niggas
	And ride on these bustas, just keep mashin' these niggas
	And after we do it, we' ll toss the tec
	And ghetto plus I know not else but to in' floss the set
	You ain' t gotta ask who' s hot, who' s on top
	I gotta question to ask y' all for real, Tru or not
	If I got two guns I' m sure one gon' bust
	If I got two niggas wildin' out when I bust, one gon' duck
	The one that' s wildin' the most, that' s the one I' ma bust
	He still trippin' after that I' ma give him two cuz he don' t think one was enough
	Chorus: Master P
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street ya heard me
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat ya heard me
	I say roll roll roll ya dough, up and down the street
	On the first and fifteenth you don' t have my money
	Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat Ya heard me

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