Lyrics Roll my shit The Game

Roll my shit

Nigga I tell the bitch quit

Sit down, shut up and floss my shit

My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it

So sit down, shut up and roll my shit

Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me

Now take this money and hold this up for me

Now let it soak for me

Now bitch is you ready?

I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

When I infiltrate Des Moines sometimes I feel like goin' back to sleep

But I gotta keep this product on the street

Tryna take over my turf

Stretch me out in a hurse cause that is what it's worth

Baby momma keeps sweatin' it nigga, cause the rent's due

Twon son's, daughter on the way, I think I'm French too

Get out on the streets stack the money like bill Gates

And do whatever it takes to keep my family straight

Livin' in compent, some say it's suicide

Crossin' the street and catch a bullet from a drive by

My homie Dan's got it sippin' on a séance

So many dead homies

When I hear about it I can't cry

I lost my grandmother, that's when I flipped

Only decision to make now, blood or a crip

Drove across the tracks, opened up the door on my Lac

Put the dope in the front, hop in the back

It was like that

Nigga I tell the bitch quit

Sit down, shut up and floss my shit

My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it

So sit down, shut up and roll my shit

Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me

Now take this money and hold this up for me

Now let it soak for me

Now bitch is you ready?

I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

Throwin' some clothes, grab the 4 and hit the back door

Pop the back gate and meet the fiends by the liquor store

Cops drop by, lookin' at us like we stole somethin'

They hit the brakes, that's when everybody starts runnin'

8 ball in my sock, spring down the block

Cut through the projects and that's when I threw Glock

God damn it felt good to be a home free

The city don't sleep, right next to Long Beach

Art of survivin', this motherfuckin' jungle

Runnin' with the wrong niggas, that will take you under

That's what happened to my nigga Big Wheel

Trusted the wrong bitch, that's what got his ass killed

A blunt and some Hennessey, a lot of good memories

How do you survive when everybody's your enemy?

Before you brush your teeth grab your strap

Cause niggas will pull the jack and bitches will peel you kak

Believe that

Nigga I tell the bitch quit

Sit down, shut up and floss my shit

My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it

So sit down, shut up and roll my shit

Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me

Now take this money and hold this up for me

Now let it soak for me

Now bitch is you ready?

I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

Ain't nothin' better than a down ass bitch

When you're locked up in the pen and she sellin' you neck and flicks

On the tear, reminiscin' like a mother

Two strikes on the case file, locked up state

Now tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to be a father to my kids?

Son gang bangin' cause his daddy doin' nine years

And that happens in every hood in America

Shoot your own brother up and wonder why they scared of ya

And your momma at home without a back bone

Your girl gettin' tired of waitin' so she get her back blown

By your homie, that used to be your man

And you can't do shit cause you're sittin' in the can

And when you get out, you'll probly go and kill this nig

On the third strike, man the jury 'bout to kill this nigga

That's why I don't trust a nigga or a bitch

Cause either way a nigga always ends up caught up in some shit

Nigga I tell the bitch quit

Sit down, shut up and floss my shit

My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it

So sit down, shut up and roll my shit

Now smoke with me, I got my folk with me

Now take this money and hold this up for me

Now let it soak for me

Now bitch is you ready?

I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

Yea

Game recognize game, nephew

See, when a bitch with me she know if to talk

She gon sit down, shut the fuck up and roll motherfuckin' weed

Talkin' is not an issue, you understand me?

Bitch, you do as I say

When I tell you to talk, you talk and I ain't told you to talk so shut the fuck up

You hear me?

Real pimp shit nigga

West Coast

We stay keepin' our hoes in check

Hey, that's your own problem man

Bitches takin' your all equip, runnin' you niggas crazy

Got niggas wanna kill like yourself

Man, fuck a bitch man

I grab a bitch, same dizzle and wizzle

You understand me?

I keep bitches like I keep weed

I got blueberry, AK-47, train reck

Whatever you need

You dig?

That's it