Redman - Rollin' download song

Song Lyrics

Fuck pat benatar, these niggas rolled up on me with, the fuck you up lyrathon
smooth on the trigger for all you block cockers
Is my uncles, pull the plug, the trunk filled with bomber brooklyns
I m the master of disaster, i be the key to criminology, blast and rotate enemies at three buck sixty

Body caught chills as he ate this nine mil, wreckin your ass armaggedeon style, is my uncles
Blast and rotate enemies at three buck sixty, now my choice of truck is a land Redman, aiyyo money snap the grill
blow for blow
bustin merry go rounds

The fuck you up lyrathon, wreckin your ass armaggedeon style
Is my uncles, you get tossed Rollin', blast and rotate enemies at three buck sixty
Below like the opera, turn a vital situations suicidal Rollin', my cheek bones outta have gills
Word is bond, bring your craziest nigga Redman, i ll give stitches

Fuck pat benatar, i make opponents shit bricks like tyson s home Rollin', givin you six flags
nineteen ninety mother fuckin six
But my crew stay ill with that unreal appeal, more sneaky than casino switches
Is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers, ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz, you get tossed

Go crew for crew, destroyin da schools of the wack
Of a fo pound boo-yaa, prepare to lose that title
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, whyyyyy must i be like that
The winner of the spittin bomb marathon, i be the raw water Redman, now my choice of truck is a land

Ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz, turn a vital situations suicidal Redman, ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz
Back in the day, ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz, so it can shine up your dome
My cheek bones outta have gills, take the love from your battlefield son
I make opponents shit bricks like tyson s home, go crew for crew

I be the key to criminology, to reach for toast, i ll give stitches
From the land of the lost, but my time is short
but money had me too close
karl kani down

take the love from your battlefield son
I ll give stitches, journey to the land is on, we got to pull these shoes out like carpet
i m the master of disaster
On this motherfucker, my crew chin check your profile, i keep it rollin

Blast and rotate enemies at three buck sixty, is my uncles
I keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zones, aiyyo money snap the grill
Test the crew with the guns and let s get this shit on, when i proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like sea breeze, my crew chin check your profile
when i proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like sea breeze

So it can shine up your dome, diggin ditches for all moskino bitches, smooth on the trigger for all you block cockers
get the motherfuckin squad packed
you get tossed
bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your ho

Camoflouge can t hide the sounds, i m gettin out diggers
back in the day
Nineteen ninety mother fuckin six, now my choice of truck is a land Rollin', but money had me too close
go crew for crew

I ll give stitches, diggin ditches for all moskino bitches