Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How We Roll, artist - Panama PIAlbum song Can-i-bus, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
How We Roll |
I never freestyle for free, without chargin' niggas a fee |
It’ll cost you a brain cell just to cypher with me |
I’m the type of MC that rocks for the glory |
I don’t give a fuck if you ignore me or camcord me |
Freestyle or written, spittin' with infinite ammunition |
For anybody tryin' to go the distance |
I promise ya no less than a hundred-thousand kilometers |
My bomb threats’ll have you evacuatin' your continent |
I’m barbaric with the alphanumeric |
Hittin' you with lyrics that separate your body from your spirit |
This is for wack niggas doin' shows and shit |
Cause I’ll be in the crowd if you ain’t controllin it |
(Drop the mic, you shouldn’t be holdin it) |
I roll with the wildest niggas |
West Indian Island niggas, unemployed jobless niggas |
The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas |
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas |
We savages, snatchin' microphones from amateurs |
Cause like women who get abortions, I ain’t havin' it |
I rip you, my metaphor content, will split you |
Into little powder-like crystals so I can sniff you |
What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian |
Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias |
Have you any idea what I do to crews like you |
How many niggas in my career, I ran through? |
Comin' after ya, blastin' ya |
With the shotgun like a front seat passenger |
You must be askin' for some sort of a massacre |
I’ll attack ya cardiovascular |
Shatter you like glass in automobile crashes |
When I smash that ass into blackberry molasses |
Rip your speaker to ashes, and kick a hole in it |
Cause I’ll be in the crowd if you ain’t controllin it |
You see I roll with the wildest niggas |
West Indian Island niggas, unemployed jobless niggas |
The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas |
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas |
See I roll with the wildest niggas |
West Indian Island niggas, unemployed jobless niggas |
The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas |
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas |
I’m the illest lyricist in America |
MC’s can’t see me 'cause I’m too quick for the human retina to register |
I roll up on ya crew quicker than long sleeves |
At a Speed that would confuse Keanu Reeves |
So ask yourself, who am I? |
I’m the illest MC that you ever seen in your fuckin' life |
I hop into the backseat of a cab and rhyme |
Till the meter says nine, nine, nine, nine |
Line for line I battle any kind of MC at any time |
Whether they signed or unsigned |
With many lines, more lines than a million pair of Adidas |
More lines than the Bible quoted from Jesus |
More lines than a African herd of zebras |
Niggas just ain’t fuckin' with the Canibus sativa |
This is for all you niggas doin' shows and shit |
'Cause I’ll be in the crowd if you ain’t controllin' it |
(Drop the mic, you shouldn’t be holdin it) |
See I roll with the wildest niggas |
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggas |
The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas |
Some hostile violent, chemically imbalanced niggas |
See I roll with the wildest niggas |
West Indian Island, unemployed jobless niggas |
The foulest niggas, who never smile at niggas |
Some hostile violent chemically imbalanced nigga! |