| Rolling up the God strain
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| No creases in my Balmain’s
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| Took his shot but no aim
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| He failed like Penny Hardaway
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| Signin' checks with autographs
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| Sauce assist my sonograms
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| Solid when I take my stance
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| Mayweather with the jabs
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| Ten toes down, every step’ll make the earth quake
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| We crushed on a raw case
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| Smokin' out the Batcave
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| Never in the rap race
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| Walkin' at my own pace
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| Lead the marathon and a nigga ain’t in no shape
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| Vintages lenses gold frames
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| Pimpin' like it’s Soul Plane
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| Smell like weed with no shame
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| Smilin' in the feds face
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| Stash it so the treasure safe, the Jakes can’t bust
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| They could never take the medicine the heavens gave us
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| Tryna catch me no luck
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| Push start in the Porsche truck
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| Came through with the dope skunk
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| Calabasas smoked up
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| Change up since a youngin' see the prince done grown up
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| Nigga runnin' at the mouth but at the fight ain’t show up
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| OG stuffed up in my blunt, Henny bubbles in my cup
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| Stack the bread and count it up
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| Nigga that’s the way that we
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| Automatic keep it tucked
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| Dodgin' niggas sucker punch
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| Reflex with that uppercut
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| Nigga that’s the way that we
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| OG stuffed up in my blunt, Henny bubbles in my cup
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| Stack the bread and count it up
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| Nigga that’s the way that we
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| Automatic keep it tucked
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| Dodgin' niggas sucker punch
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| Reflex with that uppercut
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| Nigga that’s the way that we (roll)
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| I don’t need no filter man my spliff already on
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| What’s your fetish? |
| So much lettuce your miss is a monsoon
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| Think I lost my mind I no longer think time’s true
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| Fire burnin' higher learnin'
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| Don’t let them define you
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| OG all I smoke that’s facts
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| One inhale you’re so relaxed
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| So her head might overlap
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| Titan to a mortal man
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| Opposite of formal won’t conform to all that normal crap
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| I just roll the coral, I don’t quarrel 'less you skimp the pack
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| If you do repent for that
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| I bless the world, she bless me back
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| I’m too real no strings attached
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| Nigga that’s the way that we roll
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| My egg done hatched
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| Know my purpose know my path
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| Hit the terps then I collapse
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| Put her lips on my mustache
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| Fat blunts in the AM, when I hit it I say, «Amen»
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| If they still can’t save themselves, I don’t know who the fuck gon' save 'em
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| Now who the fuck gon' play us when they clone they bars verbatim
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| This weed calms me from mayhem but I’m built for war like Saiyans
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| OG stuffed up in my blunt, Henny bubbles in my cup
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| Stack the bread and count it up
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| Nigga that’s the way that we
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| Automatic keep it tucked
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| Dodgin' niggas sucker punch
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| Reflex with that uppercut
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| Nigga that’s the way that we
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| OG stuffed up in my blunt, Henny bubbles in my cup
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| Stack the bread and count it up
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| Nigga that’s the way that we
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| Automatic keep it tucked
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| Dodgin' niggas sucker punch
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| Reflex with that uppercut
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| Nigga that’s the way that we
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| Roll
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| Nigga that’s the way that we roll
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| Nigga that’s the way that we roll |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How We Roll , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album Renaissance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп