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fam-lay - rock-n-roll (mixtape version) lyrics

[dj cipha sounds]
pull up
yeah, bring that back from the top
this is called rock-n-roll, first single, produced by the neptunes
this what you call fight music

[verse 1: fam-lay]
rock and roll, man roll and rock
i got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
i got smoke to buy, c0ke for sale
sold much c0ke, got c0ke in jail
in the white rolls royce with my man pharrell
this lil’ n-gga got beats too fresh to be stale
but i’mma take you back to the early eighties
when my cousin stacey had the pearl mercedes
my aunt cousin wack had the black on black
ac’ coupe legend with the gold in the back
i was just a lil’ young’n runnin’ wild as h-ll
runnin’ round wild trynta get that mail
lil’ shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
i was twelve years old brought it to the school
cause i was quick to flip, quick to sell that sh-t
you ain’t from the hood, y’all don’t know bout this

[hook]
but if you feel me, throw your bows up (star trak)
try to set up shop get glowed up
hey, i’m the candyman, i got mo’ than frozen cups
i got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
fam! we can roll up (star trak)
but fam! don’t try to roll up (star trak)
don’t make me pull these motherf-ckin’ fo’s up
cause it’s like that

[verse 2: fam-lay]
the fiends is dyin’, things is lyin’
missin’ on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin’
right on time and money on the mind and
on them twenty-fo’s, them bit-ches straight shinin’
but y’all n-ggas don’t know bout this
fresh new kicks with the new outfit
got the all black top with the black on black
you ever see me creepin, just back on back
cause i got that pump and it is gon’ spit
i ain’t no punk and i ain’t no snitch
from a place on earth called huntersville
where people out there got love for real
got love for all who got love for me
if a coward ever ran then it wasn’t me
i’ll be on the curb movin’ dubs and d’s
and if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
i ever get caught then it was to be
i’mma just make bail by my cousin e
back on the porsche with the mobile phone
like eleven in the mornin’ them hoes to go home
trynta score and get this sh-t off quick
you ain’t from the hood, y’all don’t know bout this

[bridge: kelis]
aww sh-t, this is the part when the fight just start
when the fists get to swingin’ and the four-fifths spark
and then the b-tches get to runnin’ and the b-tch just scream
and we spin off in rolls and it’s so d-mn clean

[verse 3: fam-lay]
i stand on my block, the cam on the spot
my hands in my pocket, both hammers is c-cked
waitin’ for a n-gga to just act up
my right hand big six, got my bait back up
n-ggas lookin’ all jealous, lookin’ mad as h-ll
actin’ like lil’ girls, like tattle-tales
mad cause my right hand bad as h-ll
i would’ve kept shootin’, but i had a sale
see, i’m a crime boss three sixty-five
lookin’ for a nina ross, she just can ride
picked up my cash and slide all sweet
n-gga tried to sn-tch -ss, knocked his heart off beat
n-gga talk trash like the sh-t all sweet
won’t’cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
hustlin’s in my veins – you cannot stop it
walkin’ on the block with life in my pocket
i’m trynta score and get this sh-t off quick
you ain’t from the ghetto, y’all don’t know bout this

[dj cipha sounds]
man i told you we have a problem
fam tell’ em how [?] f-ck with you [?] virginia

- fam lay lyrics

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