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south central cartel – can i roll wit u lyrics

[ rhimeson ]
can i roll with you?
[ prode’je ]
n-gg-, what can i do?
when i still seem
to day-dream and fiend for green
cause one plus two, broke m-th-f-ckas, don’t equals naythin
in a buck-fortyfive’s what i’m waitin
[ rhimeson ]
so now it’s time for me to grab the strap
and put you in a sleeper eternally
that’s what my psychic’s tellin me
so now i’m ridin to the sun, and i
know it ain’t sh-t for me to lose…
[ prode’je ] …so i
asked the big homie to put it down for me
when i was down you been around for me
give me nine ounces, and count this stackola
that i can rack for ya
[ rhimeson ]
for sho’, yo ride, as i slide to kansas city
not lookin for hoes that shake no t-tties
but to drop off ki’s and collect my g’s
my fees for this job is three g’s
[ prode’je ]
let’s see if i can get it crackin for me

[ prode’je ]
can i roll with you?
[ rhimeson ]
n-gg-, what can i do
for you, now that it’s really on and poppin?

[ prode’je ]
went to the city and my big homies is?
with my 3 g’s, can i get it crackin for me?
i always heard that bullets turn curves like nike stripes
so one silent night they take flights to put out headlights
[ rhimeson ]
turn to your skull where your brains was
game recognize game, can you dig it?
i did it, stackin to see what’s happenin
loop – there it is, i’m handlin my biz
[ prode’je ]
with this i’m buyin powdered sh-t
so i can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot
chop it into doves to serve em love like herbie
this whooped-up lley gon’ freeze they brains like slurpies
[ rhimeson ]
but i’m tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket
motivation is good preparation, so i rolls with it
(in a ’86 coupe) in a ’85 cutl-ss
2 o.g.’s on fo’ d’s, and we’re comin

[ rhimeson ]
n-gg-, what’s happenin?
shall we get to scr-ppin or cappin?
a king-size .44 magnum to tag em
[ prode’je ]
well, i guess we’ll get into some gangster sh-t
i let my strap holler at your chest while mouthpiece holler at your b-tch
[ rhimeson ]
and i’m checkin eyes, so you best to recognize
when i let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon’ die
[ prode’je ]
right, you m-th-f-ckas want to see the gangstas
i’m comin from the squad, i ain’t no peace treaty banger
[ young prod ]
i was born in the hood and raised, i stayed in the hood, that’s real
>from emptyin my clip, from dumpin on n-gg-s, i’m pistol-whippin your grill
but still you feel me in attempts to pull my card
i’m rollin a fo’ do’, eagle out the window, dumpin on y’all
[ rhimeson ]
and all i did was struggle for my land
and i’m too much of a gee to die by another man
[ prode’je ]
and understand you gotta bury me, you won’t worry me
with your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy

- south central cartel lyrics

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