| Whoa! We'll roll you! |
| We'll roll you, we'll roll you! |
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| Pull up slappin' in me Chrysler LeBaron |
| Twisted off that happy, Bobby McFerrin |
| The hutches love me, jockin, starin' |
| Is it the Nikes I'm rockin or the ice I'm wearin'? |
| I want all of it, I ain't sharin' |
| I'm a home run hitter, Mr. Mack Hank Aaron |
| The Mack ain't carin', bitch, I'm cutthoat-ish |
| No dough, bitch? Get an eviction notice |
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| I'm clean like a greedy genius, stay fiendish |
| All up to par, star in the zenith |
| I'm leanin', dippin', blazin' my sippin' |
| Tapers or vapors mayne, we ain't trippin' |
| So focused cousin, suds keep me buzzin |
| Ridin' and sidin', you thought that I wasn't? |
| Stuntin', young blood push the button |
| We slumpin' and bumpin', cutty it ain't nuttin'! |
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| Me and Mac Dre, ridin' and leanin'! |
| Hittin' on fo's, runnin', dippin', steamin'! |
| Comin' yo' way, ridin' on chrome! |
| Rollin' down the block, bringin' heat to yo' dome! |
| We'll roll you, right on out |
| We'll punk you, right on out |
| We'll roll you, right on out |
| We'll punk you, right on out |
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| I'm leaned way back when I stack my bread |
| Might scare yo' momma with them nappy-ass dreads |
| I'm in my zone, my mind is gone |
| I feel so good, couldn't be no wrong |
| I feel savage, let me smash the beat up |
| Twist up the cabbage, kick my feet up |
| I'm re'd up, 'cause I need the dough |
| And I stay with a slumper, that's all I know |
| We gon' roll you |
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| Right on out! |
| That's right bitch, right on out, slide on out |
| Kirks out, I gets further |
| And when I'm on the beat, bitch, call it murder |
| I kill the track, make a square feel The Mack |
| And make a punk rock, show me where the skrilla at |
| Cough up, quit spillin' that, it's almost two |
| With no mo' liquor, nigga what we gon' do? |
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| Me and Mac Dre, ridin' and leanin'! |
| Hittin' on fo's, runnin', dippin', steamin'! |
| Comin' yo' way, ridin' on chrome! |
| Rollin' down the block, bringin' heat to yo' dome! |
| We'll roll you, right on out |
| We'll punk you, right on out |
| We'll roll you, right on out |
| We'll punk you, right on out |
| Me and Mac Dre, ridin' and leanin'! |
| Hittin' on fo's, runnin', dippin', steamin'! |
| Comin' yo' way, ridin' on chrome! |
| Rollin' down the block, bringin' heat to yo' dome! |
| We'll roll you, right on out |
| We'll punk you, right on out |
| We'll roll you, right on out |
| We'll punk you, right on out |
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| I know y'all feelin' that Bay Area, mayne |
| R.I.P. Mac Dre |
| Zion I the face, mayne |
| Amp Live on the beat ya feel me? |
| See Holiday, the Bay still alive, mayne |
| Let's go! |
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