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Everythings tight from my loot to my friends

I aint got time to tighten up loose ends huh

Ive been that route...too many times

If I aint stabbed in the back I aint fightin no crime

I wish for that which my heart holds near

But aint nobody playin what Im tryin to hear

Ive been sayin for years that the fakes wouldnt last

You were jockin that bullshit, now you look like an ass



Get gassed in your garage of sickness

As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness

cause Ive got plenty of rhymes to spill

Aint got nothin more than time to kill

Form like a blister, drink like a failure

Rip like a twister right through a trailer

Park after dark is when youll see me comin

My guns gunnin and the 808s hummin

Raw raw rip rock rude

Sample anything I like and never get sued

At 18 I had a hardcore attitude

When I turned 19 I was touring with ice cube

Its true...im from the old school

Where the rules dont bend and the beats dont end

No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be



Im still the...body rocking three emcee...so clap your hands to what hes doing

Im a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate

Im a contradiction...im a twist of fate



See me rollin

You got me rollin

Im rollin

Searchin underneath the sun



Im dead as shit, but I aint been killed

See Im a mack, Im a truck, but Im peter built

I am the trucker and my egos large

Im the k to the I call me sarge

Roll number seven raise south of heaven

See my crew comin hear them harleys revvin

Im steppin to your crew with a glick of hits

Got 3 lps but I aint got no hits

And Im a greatful, hateful, little son of a g

Im a deadhead runnin from the d-p-d

Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer

Grab a pole and youll be swingin like a topless dancer

Biltmore beavers and a top dog coat

Top car 4 vogues on a hundred spokes

Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land

If it aint all that Ill be back my man

Rolllin you got me rollin



Im rollin

Searching undearneath the sun



Rolllin you got me rollin

Im rollin

Searching undearneat the sun



Days roll by¡­they roll too fast

I said days roll by...i watch them pass

Yeah you wanna roll with rock

And party with crews that just dont stop uh-huh...yeah



Rolllin you got me rollin

Im rollin

Searching undearneath the sun

Searching undearneath the sun

Searching undearneath the sun

Everythings tight from my loot to my friends

I aint got time to tighten up loose ends huh

Ive been that route...too many times

If I aint stabbed in the back I aint fightin no crime

I wish for that which my heart holds near

But aint nobody playin what Im tryin to hear

Ive been sayin for years that the fakes wouldnt last

You were jockin that bullshit, now you look like an ass



Get gassed in your garage of sickness

As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness

cause Ive got plenty of rhymes to spill

Aint got nothin more than time to kill

Form like a blister, drink like a failure

Rip like a twister right through a trailer

Park after dark is when youll see me comin

My guns gunnin and the 808s hummin

Raw raw rip rock rude

Sample anything I like and never get sued

At 18 I had a hardcore attitude

When I turned 19 I was touring with ice cube

Its true...im from the old school

Where the rules dont bend and the beats dont end

No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be



Im still the...body rocking three emcee...so clap your hands to what hes doing

Im a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate

Im a contradiction...im a twist of fate



See me rollin

You got me rollin

Im rollin

Searchin underneath the sun



Im dead as shit, but I aint been killed

See Im a mack, Im a truck, but Im peter built

I am the trucker and my egos large

Im the k to the I call me sarge

Roll number seven raise south of heaven

See my crew comin hear them harleys revvin

Im steppin to your crew with a glick of hits

Got 3 lps but I aint got no hits

And Im a greatful, hateful, little son of a g

Im a deadhead runnin from the d-p-d

Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer

Grab a pole and youll be swingin like a topless dancer

Biltmore beavers and a top dog coat

Top car 4 vogues on a hundred spokes

Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land

If it aint all that Ill be back my man

Rolllin you got me rollin



Im rollin

Searching undearneath the sun



Rolllin you got me rollin

Im rollin

Searching undearneat the sun



Days roll by¡­they roll too fast

I said days roll by...i watch them pass

Yeah you wanna roll with rock

And party with crews that just dont stop uh-huh...yeah



Rolllin you got me rollin

Im rollin

Searching undearneath the sun

Searching undearneath the sun

Searching undearneath the sun

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