Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gamble On Ya Boy, artist - Madlib. Date of issue: 15.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gamble On Ya Boy |
| It’s good to be back |
| Y’all won’t believe this tonight, see |
| Everybody think Hollywood is what you read, hear about |
| And it’s a drag, it’s rough out there |
| Cause see you got a lot of phonies out there |
| Everybody wanna be a star |
| Ay, Madlib |
| You a fool for this, Madlib |
| Give me them dice |
| I don’t roll snake eyes |
| I don’t roll with fake dudes |
| I don’t roll with fake guys |
| Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet |
| I’m the best of the vets |
| I’m the best of in West |
| Give me them dice |
| I don’t roll snake eyes |
| I don’t roll with fake dudes |
| I don’t roll with fake guys |
| Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet |
| I’m the best of the vets |
| I’m the best of in West |
| Defari, nickname Money Morten |
| In the seal grey Porsche and a Gucci bucket sportin' |
| Venice Beach glasses looking like two hundred dollars |
| Ay, I’m ghetto swap meet, but a well-known scholar |
| King told me, «Cousin, just let the top drop |
| This summer when it’s hot, ay, we’re both gonna squat» |
| Holla, holla, holla, like that dude on Chappelle |
| And no time, no era has Defari ever fell |
| Off like a light switch in the down position |
| I be spitin', I be shitin', any beat I be pissing on |
| I just devastate that y’all piece of a hater |
| I can feed your horse mouth cuz I got a haymaker |
| I walk through the street like a tiger in the jungle |
| Keep all lose change, but prefer tight bundles |
| Of carrots that can fill up the Sepulveda Tunnel |
| OD from a keg, from a 40, or a funnel |
| Give me them dice |
| I don’t roll snake eyes |
| I don’t roll with fake dudes |
| I don’t roll with fake guys |
| Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet |
| I’m the best of the vets |
| I’m the best of in West |
| Give me them dice |
| I don’t roll snake eyes |
| I don’t roll with fake dudes |
| I don’t roll with fake guys |
| Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet |
| I’m the best of the vets |
| I’m the best of in West |
| Defari, nickname Nat Turner |
| On probation, had to get rid of the fat burner |
| But believe when I’m off, Imma get him then I got him |
| I can jump better chump with a life threating problem |
| Mr. Defari, nickname thorough bread |
| Tell a chick take her time, give me thorough head |
| I blaze any stage, any crowd I amaze |
| I’m a star, so in the sky don’t have to gaze |
| Love being free, fuck countin' the days |
| Soul brother to the grave, Frankie Beverly and Maze |
| I roll in the black like sharks roll in a packs |
| But I don’t roll with cats that try to hold us back |
| Many, many flights, many tours, many nights |
| Still never drank Coors, still never snort white |
| I check cheese, cheese don’t check me |
| I’m a muthafuckin' G for the Gs, ask |
| Give me them dice |
| I don’t roll snake eyes |
| I don’t roll with fake dudes |
| I don’t roll with fake guys |
| Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet |
| I’m the best of the vets |
| I’m the best of in West |
| Give me them dice |
| I don’t roll snake eyes |
| I don’t roll with fake dudes |
| I don’t roll with fake guys |
| Gamble on ya boy, it’s a sure shot bet |
| I’m the best of the vets |
| I’m the best of in West |
| Up, so this is what y’all wanted, huh? |
| That liquid shit, huh? |
| That liquid shit, huh? |
| Madlib |
| Your boy, Defari |
| Liquid crew from the cradle to the grave, yeah |
| Big shots to all Dilated Peoples crew |
| Expansion Team sound system |
| Liquid Junkie crew |
| Ay, Swift, yeah boy, it’s what I’m talking about |
| Liquid forever my nigga, yeah that |