Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Wit Us, artist - Tha Dogg Pound. Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roll Wit Us |
| Houl, houl, houl — houl, houl, houl |
| Houl, houl, houl — houl, houl, houl |
| Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl (uhh, uhh) |
| Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl (uhh) |
| Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl (uhh, uhh) |
| Houl (uhh) houl (uhh) houl |
| Psssh, I didn’t realize we’d be cashin in |
| Makin dollars, makin shit pop around here |
| (nigga!) Fiends sniff to cops gang-bangin |
| Where my block? |
| My everyday is a crime |
| A nine to five, slangin bucks, nine millimeters |
| Three-eighties and gauges and Glocks |
| (?) made you not wanna sit back |
| And I watch the clock (hah!) watchin anybody and any |
| For every fuckin dime, every penny, what a pity |
| I’ll be livin the city, livin greedy, lookin for (??) |
| Wit a spirit that’ll jealous the belly, then now |
| Two wanted killers slang crack, shit |
| Smokin boodah’s off that brown orange boodah |
| Stabbin motherfuckers in the back, I ain’t afraid to do ya |
| Roll wit niggas, that’s the same, or roll wit a gang |
| Roll up in a school and bang — bang! |
| And hang out, to sellin (?) struck out |
| Fiends, who’s worries kept green, or stick the merry, dream |
| That could make 'em run and get the pistols, the shit |
| This ain’t a damn thing funny (fool!) |
| Niggas around my block, start actin so crummy |
| When Atlanta dawgs reach that G status, just to have it |
| And anything that’ll (?) out my jock just to have us |
| Hoppin down the steps, where my homeboys chill |
| Sippin hundred, had a bomb smoke that’s real |
| I hate see the homies pass by, they creep inside |
| Lettin niggas know that this the C-SIIDE! |
| (yeah) |
| Tennesee and Oklahoma said they ROLL WIT US |
| Portland and Seattle, you know they ROLL WIT US |
| Mississipi, Lousiania said they ROLL WIT US |
| Yeah, Chicago and Texas, you know they ROLL WIT US |
| Detriot and Carolina said they ROLL WIT US |
| When Little Rock, Saint Louis gang-bang-dang-dang |
| And all my overseas (?) won’tcha ROLL WIT US |
| New Jersey (ROLL WIT US) and Philly (ROLL WIT US) |
| You know you never seen a gangsta hol', hella high |
| Ready to ride, give it up to all the bitches passin by |
| (whattup girl?) Crazy wit 'em curves, work it up motherfucker |
| (ahh!) Better have fur in the back of the truck, motherfucker |
| I seen a baller (baller) yeah nigga, he strait ballin |
| Call it a wild card, the gang motherfucker (yeah) |
| When niggas 'bout to fo' they talk (ugh, ugh!) |
| Shoot the fo' the big bitch motherfucker |
| They just can’t compete (uh-huh) we got the hardco' thang to bang |
| Niggas is gang-bangin up in this motherfucker, bottom thang |
| (hell yeah) Fuck a bitch homey, and a bitch nigga |
| Licorice nigga like «You give 'em what he deserve» |
| Word, brought it up, concern, put a microphone |
| Thug — money makin, pistol packin, juniors |
| Jumpin for scrappin bottles, jackin faster |
| Quick to say «Bitch,» quick to say «Fuck you!» |
| Quick to say «Motherfuck ya momma and yo' hood too» |
| (Nigga it’s Tha Dogg Pound) Type of motherfucker |
| So if he’s somethin like me |
| And you ridin wit the D.P.G.P.A.C. |
| and me — then say «Buck buck!» |
| Now all my neezies up in (?) ROLL WIT US |
| The (?) Utah, won’t ya ROLL WIT US |
| All my dirty Atlanta niggas they ROLL WIT US |
| Minnesota, Alabama won’t ya ROLL WIT US |
| California, Arizona you know they ROLL WIT US |
| Ohio and Amsterdamn won’t ya ROLL WIT US |
| Miami, New Mexico say they ROLL WIT US |
| Just say they ROLL WIT US, you know they ROLL WIT US |
| Just roll wit a gangsta bitch and shut the fuck up (suck a nut) |
| Fuck a nigga up, rockin the greatest thang since the fuck in the cut |
| Nigga what? |
| G’d up in the gangsta ass native blue truck |
| Dat Nigga Daz and Kurupt |
| It’s been a long time since we gangstas kept bangin |
| Young ass from the gangsta ass Dogg Pound Gang |
| Kurupt, I take you rather serious 'til the niggas kept blastin |
| (FOOL!) Rollin wit the motherfuckers’ll leave 'em in a casket |
| (bitch nigga!) This nigga’s is drastic, it’s suicide, help me ride |
| (ride) to battle the Daz, within the nigga or not (check it out) |
| Cash money got us addicted to what we niggas kick |
| Good shit for bad shit, sorry keep us sippin for jiggin for gettin |
| Yeah, the A is for anybody killer |
| N is for the NIGGA! |
| Fuck the G’s, beat beginnin nigga! |
| And all my No Limit Soldiers say they ROLL WIT US |
| Murder unit, my niggas say they ROLL WIT US |
| All my West side connectin that’s jailed they ROLL WIT US |
| Wit the dungeon, weak ballers say they ROLL WIT US |
| Hell, that nigga gon' cop red, ROLL WIT US |
| Dogg Pound and my niggas said they ROLL WIT US |
| And all my Ruff Ryder niggas said they ROLL WIT US |
| FlipMODE WIT US, sit DOWN WIT US |
| Yeah, haha, now just bounce to this |
| Just bounce (just bounce) just bounce to this |
| Nigga just bounce (just bounce) nigga just bounce to this |
| Niggas just bounce (bounce), ugh, yeah |
| Bounce, bounce nigga (bounce nigga) |
| Putcha pistols up, yeah |
| Bounce nigga (bounce nigga) |
| Just putcha pistols up, pistols up! |
| Bounce nigga |
| Bounce nigga! |
| Putcha pistols up |
| Pistols up! |
| Wassup? |
| NIIIGGAAA! |
| Yeah |