Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can I Roll Wit U, artist - South Central Cartel. Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can I Roll Wit U |
| Nigga, what can I do? |
| When I still seem |
| To day-dream and fiend for green |
| Cause one plus two, broke muthafuckas, don’t equals naythin |
| In a buck-fortyfive's what I’m waitin |
| So now it’s time for me to grab the strap |
| And put you in a sleeper eternally |
| That’s what my psychic’s tellin me |
| So now I’m ridin to the sun, and I |
| Know it ain’t shit for me to lose… |
| …So I |
| Asked the big homie to put it down for me |
| When I was down you been around for me |
| Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola |
| That I can rack for ya |
| For sho', yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City |
| Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties |
| But to drop off ki’s and collect my g’s |
| My fees for this job is three g’s |
| Let’s see if I can get it crackin for me |
| Can I roll with you? |
| Nigga, what can I do |
| For you, now that it’s really on and poppin? |
| Went to the city and my big homies is ??? |
| With my 3 g’s, can I get it crackin for me? |
| I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes |
| So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights |
| Turn to your skull where your brains was |
| Game recognize game, can you dig it? |
| I did it, stackin to see what’s happenin |
| Loop — there it is, I’m handlin my biz |
| With this I’m buyin powdered shit |
| So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot |
| Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie |
| This whooped-up lley gon' freeze they brains like slurpies |
| But I’m tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket |
| Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it |
| (In a '86 coupe) in a '85 cutlass |
| 2 O.G.'s on fo' d’s, and we’re comin |
| Nigga, what’s happenin? |
| Shall we get to scrappin or cappin? |
| A king-size .44 magnum to tag em |
| Well, I guess we’ll get into some gangster shit |
| I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch |
| And I’m checkin eyes, so you best to recognize |
| When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon' die |
| Right, you muthafuckas wanna see the gangstas |
| I’m comin from the squad, I ain’t no peace treaty banger |
| I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that’s real |
| ]From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on niggas, I’m pistol-whippin your grill |
| But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card |
| I’m rollin a fo' do', Eagle out the window, dumpin on y’all |
| And all I did was struggle for my land |
| And I’m too much of a gee to die by another man |
| And understand you gotta bury me, you won’t worry me |
| With your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy |