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problem - roll up lyrics

[verse 1: problem]
compton, california
it’s well known, i get it crackin’, though
i already run my town, it’s time to take it national
real is all i ever speak, every quote is factual
l!ck between my girly’s legs
she’s ’bout to c-m, she grab my ‘fro
serving b-lls like mcenroe – cheese, i need no macaro’
play me like a fruity pop, goons i’ll pop that cantaloupe
when ot i go od – it’s two things that i’m gon’ need:
a pack of bougie ghetto b-tches and a pound of fire weed
that’ll have me adios, gang of boos, apollo show
f-ck ’em like i love ’em then i dip back to the barrio
money spinning like a wheel, it’s cool cause every day i earn
no one’s higher, forest fire, check all the tree i burn
chachi mr. maserati, j full of that kamikaze
pop your hottie off a molly while cheesin’ for paparazzi
never sloppy, always cool you-you the type that always lose
always makin’ money songs when yours as short as interludes
ask your ho, i’ve been the dude b-bend the truth, never fake
never hate – used to have to bend the rules to get my cake
now i don’t, now i’m straight – but my b-tches ain’t, though
every day’s a celebration – diamond lane, it’s separation

[hook: problem]
i’m just ridin’ ’round with my n-ggas smokin’ weed
pull up on my b-tches, yeah, i’m smokin’ weed
handlin’ most my business while i’m smokin’ weed
only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me
so roll up… (roll up, roll up…)
go ‘head, bro, roll up… (roll up)
b-tch, you wanna smoke, you’d better roll up
(roll up, roll up…)
go ‘head and roll up… (roll up)
or get the f-ck from ’round me, p-ssy!

[verse 2: t.i.]
i got an o of bubble kush, finna roll that sh-t
dirty sprite, 2 litre, i’ma po’that sh-t
got a bad b-tch with me with a bad b-tch with her
they back that -ss, i throw that d
not bullsh-t, and i’m dead seer
all i wanna do is get bread here
took her back to the condo, i didn’t wan’ f-ck her
no sir, all i do is get head here
hydro smoke all in the air
ten bad b-tches, big derrieres
pretty toes, pretty t-tties, known millionaire
the louis duffel, i can fit about ten in there
and what the f-ck i care about if i offend a square?
up your -ss, shove your opinion there
n-gga, you lookin’ at a self-made millionaire
lil’ n-gga, but i walk like a grizzly bear
okay, don’t get it f-cked up, we with this sh-t
what you rap ’bout, we did the sh-t
remember standing in the trap, i had 50 nicks
six months, came up, i had 50 bricks
100k looked like a meal ticket back in the day
look at me know, i could double, triple that in a day
and that ain’t some sh-t a n-gga just happen to say
literally, i’m tryna let you know what happened today
g4 touch down, bentley pull ’round
hopped in the back seat, her head went down
while i roll one up, double my cup
pour up drink ’til i throw up
everybody know i don’t give no f-ck
i’m rich, you don’t like me? so what?
i’m drop-top riding, my westside up
hustle gang in this b-tch, n-gga, get with us

[hook: problem]

[verse 3: snoop dogg]
a lot of y’all got snoopy dogg on y’all bucket list
you wanna smoke a bleeze? you wanna bust a flig?
i’ve got no problem with it – my nigs, just make it quick
i’m tryna lay low, hey ho, as i stay low in your b-tch
she couldn’t roll a blunt ’til i taught the ho and now she’s a pro
easy though to freeze a ho, pleasable and feasible
scary thing, that mary jane
gon’ do her thing no matter what
get gat ’em up, tizatted up – it’s bad enough, next batter up
dreaded up, breaded up – connect the dots, set it up
we blow ’til you can’t get enough
like “give that up,” don’t give a f-ck
rules i bend ’em, hoes i break ’em
take they mind and in time reshape ’em
once i got ’em, shoot ’em, shot ’em
now the b-tch is my new -ssistant
lookin’ good, steady twistin’
exercise to maximize
minimize my bottom, problem
let me tell you what i’m gon’ do
diamond lane, comin’ through
sell a pound, maybe two
in the red, in the blue
smokin’ green like “what it do?”

[hook: problem]

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