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Roll Somethin

This song is by Crucial Conflict and appears on the album Good Side, Bad Side (1998).

I don't know bout y'all man
But I'm ready to get my motherfuckin smoke on
I want some of dat green shit, hell yeah,
Let's burn, all the ghettos, hey wassup kid?

Chorus: Crucial Conflict

Roll somethin', roll somethin'
Them niggas ain't talkin' bout shit
(Bout shit, bout shit)
Roll somethin', roll somethin'
Just cause you just can't hang wit dis
(Wit dis, wit dis, wit dis)

Verse One: Wildstyle

Y'all niggas ain't shit, nothing to fool with, we too swift
Giddy up and get down all you niggas ain't do shit
One rap down round two chop it off like cool whip (whip)
Rowdy runnin' rodeo can't ride
Fronting in two clips shocking like shocker
Evertime I pop you knock out the box, better move quick flick
Comin' out of the back in this motherfucker
Y'all disgusted bustas can't be trusted for nothing
Fucking with this hillbilly wild westside
C-H-I-T-O-W-N and it's on for life
Nothing nice, no ice, you chase
We fuckin' niggas up across the nation
Wit no lubracation dick is thick
And coming at them like Hitler (fuck you)
Act like you don't hear me then,
Wake up high we in your chin
We embursted with a curse and be worse
First and kick first now vice-versa
Two feet first they kick first and worse
Reimburse the winning 'cause I'm first at somethin'

Verse Two: Never

Put it on your ass motherfucker
We kill them up bad (kill 'em up bad)
Hold that one shit when you fucking with the flick
You was talking that shit but you couldn't last
Bring to you hoes knockin' down your door
Tryin' to knock some chunks out yo rump,
At night to the broad daylight
If you wanna gang fight droppin' y'all one by one,
Coming at them with the quickness with the flickness,
Gonna sign your death wish
'Cause you gonna get dealt with,
Slappin you hoes makin' sure your eyes closed
Take 'em out by mouth and blindfold
With the foot on your chest you know the rest nigga
Got us pissed off die for mine, raise up get blazed
Anyways get sprayed your laying in the grave,
Pop em, drop em, re-cock em,
Then squeeze them we deceased to be the defeated,
Repeat 'em and treat 'em like read 'em rights
I ain't finna brag but the man can't hang
With the bogus man
Treat like a punk ass trick,
Put a row gonna be closed casket
Serious nigga fuck that laughing
Try to fuck with us we be blasting, smashin

Verse Three: Coldhard

Buck buck, pump pump, drop drop,
We drop, bluck, hit you wit da teck
What da deck? run up your debt wit no sweat and we don't regret
Disrespecting your click,
Fuck you bitch, pull out the shit that got yo dangling
Picture with a nigga now hangin' figure let you big up (?)
Got me strapped in, bust a cap, but I'm warnin ya, don't want none
Start shit that you just can't finish,
Be the end, and the family ended
Sorry it gotta be this way but I'm sick get a gangsta plate
So now I got a rodeo, one warrant then blow me up, up, up
And away, with my team it ain't no thang,
Spoil your dreams, a murder theme
We don't want any crap, I'm bounty clean,
Snatch that hoe and take them dividends
I mean I'm gonna fuck you, what can I do about me? Hennessy
You inferior to the new king what you hollerin? a silent scream

Verse Four: Kilo

Come, (Come) ride her ass and cum (?) and be up
Send the same ain't buy not shit where motherfuckers came from
(????) Shit that can get you straight knocked the fuck out
Knowing you a bitch, a person,
Just stop cursin' that's why I'm refrainin from hurtin' yo ass
Punk nigga, trick nigga, bitch nigga, fag,
Say somethin' smart and watch you get tagged
Wit a motherfuckin bat,
Who got so scared when some tellin' yo ass nigga
Act like a bitch start to cry (?) ready supplies,
Get 'em rawhide fight to the death and I won't be denied
Your life like Pete's eye
Mother fucker on rye them thangs'll die,
Touch me I'm alive, why set yo ass to fire bitch (?)
Snap off your two nuts right quick
Niggas ain't talking bout nothin' slick
And shit to deal with, roll somethin'

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