Roll 'Em Up

(Tadatay)

Well it's the cream of the crop

I straight flows for the block

The party ain't over till I'm pullin' out the glock

Unnecessary, that I unleash the real

I rubbin' you the right way like Johnny Gill, feel

A playa tryin' to put it down on the town

Even though all the hatas being around

I still clown

With the sound that will keep you pumped

I'm pushin' nothin' but this 11/5 gangsta funk

When I skunk

Creepin' with my ACG's

With the Vegas and the weed

Got to let the brain feed

Not a bad boy

But I put it down like Mase

In the thug category

Tryin' to shake the face

Game lace

Tighter than a pair of new Jordan's

Holdin' down the line like my name Ken Norton

For the team

Rollin' up suckas like green

Bud even hatas in the town

Gotta show me love

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I got sacks of weed

And we can hit the cuts

And roll 'em up

Roll 'em up

When you dealin' wit the mob

Fool you know what's up

Cuz we'll roll ya up

Roll ya up

When you in the Sco town

Don't press your luck

Just roll 'em up

Roll 'em up

Or hit the heel for the nade

And we can blow thangs up

Cuz I rolls 'em up

Rolls 'em up

(Tadatay)

Represent the tip of the Sco

Lettin' hatas know

How a playa roll when I hit the door

Lettin' off smoke like the wild wild west

Blowin' nade can't mess wit the cest

I got a complex

I need premium

Grade A dosia

Girl I'm a soldja

Can't nothin' hold A

Playa from the point down

In the background

Dawgs yellin' kill-a-what

Lettin' off nine rounds

It's all over now

Had 'em jack at the hash

Plus I got a twomp sack stashed in the ash-tray

Trip, it's the playa Taydatay

Put it down like a hog

For my homies all day

It's the bomb bay

Where real G's parlay

Won't stop rollin' blunts till judgement day

Call it what you want

But I'm addicted to the cannabis

Bustas can't handle this

Cuz we so scandalous

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(Tadatay)

Hit the liquor store for some pour

They wanna see me fall

Cuz they can't roll wit the hog

Livin' in the city of the fog

Keep a trail hill

For the real deal

Off the nade and a mad dog

It's your car

The girl ridin' shotgun

She wannna heat the hottub for some action

Grab the gat son

I don't trust neer trick

Nina Ross in the cuts

Can you handle it

You know I come equipped

With another clip

Pull out another blunt

Roll another sack of hemp

Don't trip

It's just a mob fashion

When I start flashin'

I might start blastin', off

To the land of unknown

Let me call Big Mac on the clone

You know it's on

Lookin' for more indo smoke

Hit 3rd street fiendin' for some JC bolo

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