ain't thinking 'bout nothing else I just wanna be by ourselves So we can oh, oh, oh We need to roll Girl, I got a place where we can go Oh, look at what
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to give you what you need One blood everybody like Junior Reid Wake up every morning, yo, I must up seed Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede Yo, really let me roll
done Do them dolo hit, we never tell none Sittin in the cell for blazing hell's gun We aight though, we just dip bail And like they say or somethin You
we livin this Fuck the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence My niggaz deal embezzlement {{Joe Mafia}} D's and IV's, unlimited CC's, roll
you know they not dancin' We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance or boogie So never mind how we got in here with the weapons and hoodies Listen we don
been plottin' to get You can hop in the whip And we go Pump p-pump pump it up O K, we was leaving, we was done Then she said,"Can my people's come?" Here we
spot I had a bottle full of Cisco Ate the kush and a model in a trenchcoat A Crip with a lot of cash, check on how the wrist roll Baby saw it in my eyes
birthday, let's go on have A shot or two, my partner Glu, you put me on to somethin' new Snuck in a gallon of lemonade from chic-fil-a Mix it up with this a rokin', we
I see you in NY, I'll send you an invite, you gonnna need you a pass that's the code that we live by. [Chorus] [Fat Joe:] OWWWW Clap Clap Clap Gotta
supposed to go Get blowed before we go where we supposed to go Workin' since ninety-fo', I'm supposed to blow Blow on the dice, before I roll a ten-to-fo' Rollin
give it to you baby I'm a give it to you right [sapphira] Would you do whatever I want? Would you give me all that I need? [fat joe] Ugh yo yo Don't need
to hustle Joe u know we ain't no punk And you catch me in the town we blowin' dro and gettin' drunk And when we hit the party Joe u know we keep it crunk
odds with us, just what its gotta be Cause we started out cold and it snowballed We froze, soon as we rolled up on these hoes All's we know is ya'll
like a tech war man will blaze in the neck we bun them hot bars to the neck shoot like a tech war man will blaze in the neck we bun them hot bars to
in the air Cause now I'm on the roll with this nigga named Joe Who wore [???] with a big-ass afro Just my luck we got pulled to the side (What happened
club, but you know they not dancin' We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance, we boogie So never mind how we got in here with the burners and hoodies Listen we
