Roll 'Em - Benny Goodman

Well, I got a gal, she lives up on the hill Well, I got a gal, she lives up on the hill Well, this woman's tryin' to quit me, Lord, but I love her still She's got eyes like diamonds, they shine like Klondike gold She's got eyes like diamonds, they shine like Klondike gold Every time she loves me, she sends my mellow soul Well, you're so beautiful, you've got to die someday Well, you're so beautiful, you've got to die someday All I want's a little loving, just before you pass away Pretty baby, I'm goin' away and leave you by yourself Pretty baby, I'm goin' away and leave you by yourself You've mistreated me, now you can mistreat somebody else

It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points into my black calico Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's bout to go Niggaz graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope Gangsta be bustin' heads Lil Reggie be bustin' heads K.C., he be bustin' heads Think I ain't 'bout nustin' heads Boddies bled, I'll put infrared up in your Cutlass You play with 226, that's my clique so I say fuck it Ruckus, war deep, World War III in the mix 5 Hot Boy$ runnin', bringin' G's to they clique With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't breathin' You recievin', a punishment for not believin' Curly head lookin' for me, cause I'm hot and word don' got loose Bundles of dope fronted, from the Magnolia to the Goose Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow Look I been walkin' way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo Nothin' but clientele, from 11-5, sale You don't think it's legal, nigga we can take it to the scale You gon' double your money, gon' get credit make your bail With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me I don't back down frome no nigga, they got a place for me My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the corner Was the man that killed lil Lanny, who knew we'd understand it That way that, my mother was heartless to her kids So he took us in his home, and he raised like his own Now we grown, and we learned responsibility, The devil tryed to get wit me To affect all of my dickin' inability But it's gon' be some shit, when a collision is occurin' Asurin', of me bein' a factor, through '97 and after And I'ma have to, get my ten percent Or I'ma get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and there's evidence 'Cause ever since all these cars and all these mansions, and all these Luxuries was givin' You wasn't givin' no thanks, to the reason you was livin' So I'ma keep an open mind and make the right decision And ain't tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a position That's unescapable, 'cause you capable, of puttin' my life in danger And it's causin' confusion, confusion draw conclusion And shootin' up some niggaz that pose a threat Until somebody warns you that you're close to death Don't love ya, don't need ya, so why the fuck would I feed ya You bitches want my riches, delete ya Cause it's movin', it's shakin' number one spot takin' Rap shite tight and money we be makin' Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers Drinkin' from the riggers, poppa said the gon' fig us Everything I make, and everything I drive Everything I scratch and everything I ride Touch it,, live for it, you niggaz kill for it The new Juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate Test a, nigga like me boy and you better Have on your bulletproof sweater, ridin' in an armored Jetta Beware of these, thugs in E's Everytime you breathe you recievin' a part of me Look, my lyrics be combustable like gases When I'm grabbin' for the mic and performin' for your masses I'm never found on the ship that's steady sinkin' Total control and all about self my way of thinkin' Bankin', off top, runnin' with them boys from the block Totin' glocks that we only use when we put on the spot Now I got, a reason to live for than to die Keepin' a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin' high Know when to stop, don't wanna be it, can't even see it Not even them little niggaz that I be wit' I'm gettin' tired, of this bulshit that we hearin' I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my iron ready to ride Ready to ride Ready to ride Ready to ride, lil wodie Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no nigga Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no nigga Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no nigga

Ha ha, oh yeah, roll 'em up, roll 'em up It's going down, something kinda tight, check it Roll 'em up Oaktown, it's the A-N-T Just nod your head to the funk I bump and pass the dank to me Cause I'm about to get the West Coast loaded Put my rap into your zag and you can damn sure smoke it Cause it's D-O-B-E ready to get you high Potent like endo, or maybe chocolate thai You say you want the best, well I'm a bring the best Just hit the fucking dank and let it sting your chest Yeah bombola, cidal, top of the line herb Don't you try to drive, you'll be so high you might swerve Some smoke dank and like to kick it on the street But I hit the shit and start tripping on the beat So nod your head to this, to cess I'm prejudice I never smoke the shit because it never gets me lit And I don't like to waste my time getting zonked Banks don't need no weed that's bump Cause I'm the type of nigga that likes to taste it when I hit it You know we got 'em thick, thicker than my dick We like to roll 'em phat So now you know in the O endo's the tip A dedication to the niggas who smoke the shit My nigga Short Dog, my nigga Pee Wee My nigga Juda, MC Pooh to Shorty B We don't need a babysitter so fuck the hogging Just take a blast and pass to Randy Austin I made the beat real fat so you can get my point I know Mhisani, Spice, and Dame want to hit the joint So let 'em hit it, when they get it show 'em much love And pass it on to Richie Rich and the fucking gov Ascari X is next and Step G MC Ant and little Seed from SNV Can't forget the D-I, huh the G-I, to the T-A-L, right next to hell My nigga Chris Hicks, Too Clean, and Ali Superside This is strictly for the trunks, cause I want you to ride With the next one I got, take it straight to the head And roll it kinda fat for my nigga nigga dead Ha ha, yeah, we like to roll 'em phat Check it out, it's a crazy going on, they don't understand me They smoking dank in Brookville and even Subrandy 100 Ave., to the Plymouth Rock 85th, 96th smoking spliffs don't stop 700, the 7-deuce Rolling shit tight so it don't come loose So when I hit it it can knock me off my feet 69th Seminary, and High Street I can't forget the big 2-3 And my homies Clem, Jamal, Mark, Rame, and E You want weed smoke? We got the best smoke >From the East Oak to the West Oak, we like to roll 'em phat Ha ha, you know what I'm saying? It's going down in the Oaktown Every motherfucking night, yeah Uh, this beat is smooth as fuck Dope do do do do (laughs) I'm just tripping on the beat! Dope do do do do, Dope do do do do