[Pharrell Williams] Hmmm yess sirrrrr.. [Verse - Fam-Lay] Rock and roll and roll and rock I got 10s, got 20s, got fifty blocks I got smoke in back, coke for sale So much coke got coke in jail In the white Rolls Royce wit my man Pharrell This lil nigga got beats too fresh to be stale But Im a take it back to the early 80s Where my couzin Stacey had the pearl Mecerdes My aunt-couzin Wamp had the black on black Ac Coupe Legend wit the gold in the back I was just a lil youngin running wild as hell Running round wild trying to get that mail Lil shorty whose trying to learn the rules I was twelve years old brought the tool to school Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit You aint from the hood yall dont know bout this [Chorus - Fam-Lay & (Pharrell)] But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Trak) Try to set up shop get clothed up (Star Trak) Hey Im the Candy Man I got more than frozen cups I got ya chopped, tossed, sour, diesel roll ups (Fam!) We could roll up (Star Trak) (Fam!) Dont try to roll up (Star Trak) Dont make me pull these motherfucking fos up Cause its like that! [Verse - Lil Flip] Uh! Well heres a little story Id like to tell About a H-Town Pimp and I aint got his mail It started way back in 1999 When I got my first dime and I started to grind Now we can Rock N Roll, I got a roll of rocks And when you hear {*sirens*} there go the cops When the block get hot, homie we gon chill And bid like 22 mill, we could plan a deal My light too real for me to act like you Im playing wit too much paper to put slacks like you You could call me Betty Crocker cause Im baking them cakes And when I cross the interstate, Im switching up plates Im watching the Feds, theyre watching my moves Im paying my dues, Im spraying my tools We never play by the rules You might hate to lose if you play wit us You aint heard? Me and my homies keep them Ks wit us Youll stop - drop, roll, well shoot ya in the head And when Im chasing my bread, Im shaking the Feds And Im - packing my lead, yall aint ready for me The only time you saw a Bird was on Sesame Street I got street birds, and I keep em in my pouch Play wit my money and I turn into Oscar the Grouch! [Chorus] [Bridge - Kelis] Aww shit, this is part when the fight just start When the fists get to swinging and the .45th spark And then the bitches get to running and the bitch just scream and We speed off in the Rolls and its so damn clean [Verse - Fam-Lay] I stand on my block, the gamblest spot My hands in my pocket both hammers is cocked Waiting for a nigga to just act up My right hand big six got my big back up Lookers lookin all jealous lookin mad as hell Acting like little girls like tattle tales Mad cause my right hand bad as hell I woulda kept shooting but I had to sell See Im a Crime Boss 365 Lookin for a nina raw, she just to ride Picked up my cash and slide off sweet Nigga tried to snatch ass knocked his heart off beat Nigga talked trash like the shit all sweet Wont ya all take the cash dog, not off me Hustlers in my veins, you cannot stop it Walking on the block wit life in my pocket Im tryin to sco and get this shit off quick You aint from the ghetto yall dont know bout this [Chorus] [Bridge]
Artist: Fam-lay Lil Flip , Kelis, Pharrell Williams
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