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