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