Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rollin' Wit Umdadda, artist - Masta Ace Incorporated. Album song SlaughtaHouse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
Rollin' Wit Umdadda |
«Rolling with a posse is the only way to go» |
«U.to the M., D.A. |
to the D.A.» |
Here comes the ill kid acting unruly |
Hat on sideways, just like a movie |
I don’t got no beef, what ya think? |
I don’t wanna snatch ya link |
I just wanna know, where’d you get that drink? |
Cause the place is looking kinda packed |
Hope they’re knowing how to act |
As I step with my boys to the back |
Boots and jeans are the attire |
No dress code |
Hear the bass from the amplifier |
Like |
«Ayo what the hell ya playing? |
It’s hip hop night, not rock n' roll daying.» |
Hey DJ won’t you play that song |
You know the one that keep me dancing all night long |
Kid Capri’s late on the wheels |
There’s a Nazi skinhead with stubble |
There’s going to be some trouble |
So, step to the rear |
I’m rolling with Umdadda |
(U.to the M., D.A. to the D.A.) |
Hey, eyes are burning and they hurt from the smoke |
Yo, somebody’s skunking and it ain’t no joke |
Two big body guards, kinda cock diesel |
Standing with the owner cause he’s a fucking weasel |
Tried to play us for the doe when we do a show |
That’s not how it go (That's not how it go) |
So we had to tell that asshole |
Don’t be messing with the cash flow |
I’m rolling with Ken Do, Blue, Ice Uneek, and wait right here |
Yo, I gotta take a leak and it’s gonna be a long (long one on ya) |
I smell ammonia |
Waiting in line on the pissy ass floor and |
Hurry up homeboy, it’s gonna start pouring |
Down my leg, I only had one drink |
But I can’t wait no more so I piss in the sink |
Step to the rear |
I’m rolling with Umdadda |
That’s right homeboy you better make way |
Rolling with a posse is the only way to go |
(U.to the M., D.A. to the D.A.) |
Back on the scene, yo what’s the commotion? |
So many heads it looks like the ocean |
Somebody’s brawling, fighting |
Punching, kicking |
Spitting and biting |
I catch a blow but my head’s like a rock |
I pull out the shank that I keep in my sock |
Feels like I might have a jammie to the eye |
Next kid that touch me get sliced like a pie |
So ya better stop the madness |
It’s time for the show |
Chill with the punches, it’s time to say «ho» |
And everything stops as quick as it started |
The kids that was flipping and acting retarded |
Now they dancing and they just won’t stop |
Cause the DJ put on the hip hop |