Spice 1 - Rollin' and Smokin lyrics
rate meFeaturing: 2Pac, Scarface, and Devin the Dude
Chorus
Rollin in my whip, countin chips, with your bitch
and Smokin, C.H.R.O.N.I.C
Holdin, hella heat up in these streets never sleep
There ain't knowing, real niggas don't d.i.e.
got nothin nice in my life
I ask my nigga spice
I say, Don’t wanna die in my limo ride
got nothin nice in my life
I ask my nigga spice
I say, Don’t wanna die in my limo ride
Real niggas don’t die
We multiply like timetables
and some timetables have turned
To the point where I'm able
To laugh at all the bad bullshit
That happened to me
It was like ol' dog was playin me in that movie
The homie Pac got shot, hella questions and no answers
Shit I even went to jail when my momma had cancer
Life through me a curve ball
I done been through a lot of shit
Ain't smoked a blunt for three months
Cause I just took a lung hit
From a nine millimeter,
While i was sittin in the lac
and then timetables have turned
And i'ma get that nigga back
Hella trials and tribulations
Life don’t last long
So niggas life's wont last as long as this song
But for now I’m in my whip,
Countin chips with your bitch
Ain't smoked a blunt in a while
And I’m about to take my first hit
of Some sticky ass purple kush
Laced with hash
Sit back and think a moment
and reflect on the past
While I’m rollin
Chorus
Rollin in my whip, countin chips, with your bitch
and Smokin, C.H.R.O.N.I.C
Holdin, hella heat up in these streets never sleep
There ain't knowing, real niggas don't d.i.e.
got nothin nice in my life
I ask my nigga spice
I say, Don’t wanna die in my limo ride
got nothin nice in my life
I ask my nigga spice
I say, Don’t wanna die in my limo ride
I did what I did to survive
Doin jive who the fuck would
Have ever thought that bullet was mine
But it was now my blood covers my face
And the slug,
Is in the back of my head
And when it came unplugged out
Boys layed out
Darkest day no doubt
Saw satan, We haven't had the rainbows out
plus I didn’t wanna die
Has anyone seen god
Cause i can really use a knife
Can you help me find
The true meaning of a life tought pro three five
Seven six shot hollwpoint, slow me down
I'm on some get a nigga back shit, kill me now
Should have did it back then
Speed then clear
This is russian roulette,
And i don't give a fuck yet,
Take a deep breath nigga
Let’s reflect,
Show some respect
if your ready for the mother load
Cause I’m about to let this bitch explode
Let’s roll
Chorus
Rollin in my whip, countin chips, with your bitch
and Smokin, C.H.R.O.N.I.C
Holdin, hella heat up in these streets never sleep
There ain't knowing, real niggas don't d.i.e.
got nothin nice in my life
I ask my nigga spice
I say, Don’t wanna die in my limo ride
got nothin nice in my life
I ask my nigga spice
I say, Don’t wanna die in my limo ride
See I done lost a lot of homies
In this concrete jungle
It’s hell on the streets
Niggas try to ball but they fumble
and mumble some dumb shit
Like what the fuck happened
And I told you punks before
You niggas lucky I’m raping
I been bruised and scarred, stabbed and shot
Had my ak47 confiscated by cops
Damn, Fuck it
Break myself to make bail
Leavin my ten year old daughter see me going to jail
On some bullshit, My pops died in 97
And i know he up there
With Machiavelli in ghetto Heaven
Ain't seen my kids since i been hit with the lead
They been having nightmares
Dreaming they daddy's dead
But I’m alive and kicking baby
Your daddy didn’t die
When I see you again,
Daddy gonna hold you real tight
But for now,im holdin heat in these streets
Ready to blast, Puffin purple kush
Thinkin, Reflecting back on the past
While I’m rolling
Chorus
Rollin in my whip, countin chips, with your bitch
and Smokin, C.H.R.O.N.I.C
Holdin, hella heat up in these streets never sleep
There ain't knowing, real niggas don't d.i.e.
got nothin nice in my life
I ask my nigga spice
I say, Don’t wanna die in my limo ride
got nothin nice in my life
I ask my nigga spice
I say, Don’t wanna die in my limo ride
Thanks to Lazy 909 for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Lazy 909 for correcting these lyrics