| Fresh out the can, screaming free Sudan
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| Got my mind on this paper, so whats the plan
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| Ain’t got no alternative but to bang
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| Cause I’m down on my luck trynna up this cash
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| Ain’t nobody giving nothing to me
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| And these, these young bloods man they quick to bail
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| But you want to be my goons, or Pistol Petes
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| But I’mma put them on their back, I won’t skip the beat
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| An ex-con can’t get no job
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| So what I’m supposed to do to feed my moms?
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| You know what I’mma do, Blood, help me God
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| Cause survival is the rule, middle finger to the law
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| Sing along to the roller song
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| My name ain’t Obama, and I ain’t LeBron
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| Got a baby on the way, life is hard
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| Ain’t nobody to blame this is all-out war
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| Sing along to the roller song
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| My name ain’t Obama, and I ain’t LeBron
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| Sing along to the roller song…
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| Sing along to the roller song
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| I ain’t no got money, but I got God
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| I got ambition, I got charm
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| And if all else fails I got the .44 long
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| Screw Mr. Mitt Romney too
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| If the words that I say seem to bother you
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| You need to be concerned with impoverished youth
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| Who just to eat a meal got to rob and shoot
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| My records ain’t the problem dude
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| I’m just the voice of the bottom few
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| The wants and the have-not column who
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| Live a life crime all thanks to you
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| So here’s to the funds you cut
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| The scholarships and social promos for us
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| The jails that you build just to lock us up
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| Great job guys, lots of luck
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| Cause I’mma do what I’mma do
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| And may not really care if it constitutes
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| The breaking of the law and abandoned rules
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| Cause the way you rig the game, I’m bound to lose
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| You can put lipstick on a pig, but its still a pig
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| You can wrap it up, still a smelly fish
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| You can censor Shyne, crime still exist
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| Help the poor, lets tax the rich
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| Mr. President, yeah I’m glad for him
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| But this ain’t got to do with the color of skin
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| Cause' from the trailer park, to the gutter I live
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| We are suffering whether dark or pink
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| So, I’mma roll how a roller roll
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| Say I’m selling dope, but I’m selling hope
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| I’m trynna numb the pain to the lives you broke
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| You ain’t, teach me nothing; |
| this is all I know
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| I got the stimulus packages
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| Put the workers on the corner, make 'em traffic it
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| Cause mama I’mma roller, we don’t have to live
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| And poverty has lead us all to sacrilege |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Roller Song , by - Shyne. Song from the album Gangland, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп