LIL WAYNE & JUELZ SANTANA - Rollers And Riders lyrics

rate me

Yessir, Weezy F. Baby, ya,

I thank the lord each and every day,

And I'll have three blunts to sip air'y-aid

My grill looks like an iced out baracade

And I got more green than the everglades

I'm the ****, I am funky like I never bathe,

Baby, I'm tryin' to do numbers like a yellow page

When I was 14 I told my ma we will see better days

And sure enough I got misita in a better place

I ****s with Marley and Kapeeto from the eastside,

On the eastside we all blood, we all family, never D.I.

Keep my knees high in my levi, Now, don't **** up my de-sign

Yeah, I am big dog, big dog, barkin' at you felines

Yeah, you nigga's is simple, what's a Bentley to a Nissan?

I can **** around go by the store, but go head and get your lease sign

Yeah, go head, add another finger to the peace sign, that's the W and B sign, bitch

Yeah, ya' understands me, Mack they gonna' respect me

'Cause I'm a rider, I'm just another motha'****in' southsider

I'm on that syurp, so I act a 'lil tired

And everybody sippin', baby, I'm a rider

And everybody with me

(Haha)

Money over everything, accept blood, For money I do everything; shed blood, spill blood, kill 'ya

Fo'sho paper, you get slow'mo paper

They say my money ****in' up the ozone layer (Woah)

I got yacht money, you got robo' paper,

Told ya', my money waver tip yo' robo ova' (Ova')

I let the gats flare (Yep), quicker than the mac flare (Yep)

I hear ya' pussies need a pap-smear, haha, yeah

So come follow this (Come), gun-dermatoligist (Me)

One gun by the hip (Uh-oh), show you how the Poppa's sit (Pop, pop, pop)

Believe me, my bullets bite with a lobster grip (Damn)

And trust me, I know how to fish (Gotcha'), Boy

And I feel like a shark on his worst day (Move)

'Cause you're just a little mermaid

I got that promethazine flow (What's that?), Slow

They can't **** with me (Nope)

Let's go, come'on

Dipset, you know what it is, Santana, ay', ye'dig, all right, Dipset bitch,

I'm a roller, just another motha'****in' east'coasta'

I get high, I get twisted, never sober

And all my nigga's keep they hand on that toasta'

And you know what?