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Roll Wit Me
C‐Bo feat. Erica & Jobi
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I'm from that wild Westside, king of lowriders
Bandannas, tank tops, and sho' riders
Where the gangbang started
Palm trees lean, blowin' big green
Candy green machines, clean on 16's
100 Spoke D's, stay with a heater
Cause I stay in the breeze
If you don't feel me then come to Cali
Chuck T's and house shoes, boy you better tuck them Bally's
Police bust a U-ey, you best to act soft
And if you in the hood, quick slap the hats off
You don't know about them boys, them ones, them po-po's
Them Melroy's, them coppers, them piggies, it ain't gold
Blowin' till I get low
Cause Tuesdays and Thursdays, the Task Force kick in doors
And I'm known for pushin' the yard
Now I'm in the Benz, pedal to the metal, when I'm pushin' it hard
If you wanna roll through the West coast
Do our thing on these streets, show who's boss
Ain't no time to play these games with you folks
Let's go, West coast, Crip roll, six fo's, front load, yeah
Now may the truth be revealed about this California baby
I was born to hustle from the cradle to the grave
Late night, cause every night in Cali's a fight night
Where these niggas ball illegal, and live like Mike
On the highway, chrome half helmet gunnin'
With a dime on the back of my Harley runnin'
I'm a beast in these streets, hear the pipes roar
Cali chick on the back screamin' for more
Said she love the Benz, it's the color of ice
And she love the cross, cause it's smothered in ice
Yeah that ol' nigga type, gold digger type
If the dough nigga right, it's for a ho nigga life
Said she love a man that sag, pocket full of cash
Hundred thou' plus, with the rocket in the dash
I'm a boss in these streets, and girl it cost to eat
So boss up and get lost in the streets
I ain't gon' lie, my goal is a hundred mil
Big like Sprewells, the size of Hummer wheels
I'm a fool in these streets, and like your PD
I use tools in these streets, keep cool in these streets
I don't got time for games, I own my own company
And I'm a pimp so tell me what you women want from me
I keep it airtight, jeans and Air Nikes
Nice watch, necklace like e'ry night
And I ain't worried, cause it's Cali and they love me
I rock the ghetto clubs, they don't mug me
I keep it gangsta, they all hug me
Like "cuz, that last album was lovely"
Shorty I'm a gangsta, hundred percent pure
And still got the hook on a hundred percent pure
And if the money long, come on let's get mo' dough
To the streets and cities and bring mo' gold