Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rollin', artist - Marco Polo. Album song Port Authority, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Soulspazm
Song language: English
Rollin' |
| Roll it up nigga, that’s haze right there |
| Let’s get it in the air my dog so I can start my day |
| No need to spray, everybody know I get it high |
| Started at the ripe age of eleven |
| And that first puff was heaven |
| Started off a chain of events |
| And I’ve been blowin' every day since |
| The guacamole |
| I hate a nigga that’s holy and condemn the smoke |
| The here’ll make you choke and bust a super nut |
| You be way up in the gut sharing chromosomes |
| You feelin' me homes? |
| I’m in love with piff |
| It keep me writing rhymes, it keep my dick real stiff |
| Old Jamaicans call it spliffs, Rasta |
| Apple of my mother’s eye, she think it’s drugs |
| Used to smoke with my uncle Buzz and watch Richard Pryor |
| My eyes red, «You been smokin' son? |
| You a liar» |
| I burn it down like an L.A. riot, don’t try it |
| I be having niggas stuck and sitting around quiet |
| At the studio or in the hotel |
| I keep them smoke alarms ringing like Rock the Bells |
| I roll a piff like I hold my fifth |
| Steady, clean, and mean, then I smoke that shit |
| I got the murderous flow, I spit sick |
| I got problems with people I don’t know, I flip quick |
| Niggas wish they could be like me |
| In a royal cypher with Sadat and AG |
| Girls say I smoke a lot, they hate me |
| ‘Cause I stink up their pretty clothes with fake weave |
| Fuck it, I’mma put it up in the air |
| For Big Pun and Dilla, wish you both was here |
| And that’s from the heart nigga, not just talk |
| Yours truly, Junkyard, and I’m live from New York |
| I’m rollin! |
| I gotta do something, I’m addicted to puffin' |
| I say that, when I lay back I don’t wanna do nothin' |
| Hand, bamboo or cigar |
| The pipe or the bong, give me a light and a song |
| Wifey can’t take it no more, said I smoke a lot |
| Want me to stop, damn boo, you choke a lot |
| She keep playin' then I’mma have to ban her |
| Find out that she’s serious, serious as cancer |
| That’s not a game, no putting tumors on my brain |
| I think she’s beefing ‘cause I’m cheating with Mary Jane |
| I’ll stop it boo, mission impossible |
| Far from Ethan Hunt with the green or the skunk |
| Redman told you how to roll a blunt |
| Hang with A I’ll show you how to roll three hundred in a month |
| MP, consider us greatests |
| That’s Beatnuts, Brand Nubians, and Diggin' in the Crates |