P. Diddy (Puff Daddy)

P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) - Roll With Me lyrics

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(feat. Eightball & MJG, Faith Evans)

[P. Diddy]

Yeah.. uh-huh, uh-huh-huh..



Yeah, yeah

This big 'Ball mayn, P. Diddy and MJG

We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon)

Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me

I likes to play (I likes to play)

Drop the top and feel the summer breeze (let's go)

I know you can get with that, flippin through the city

Bright lights and all my G's is out here rollin wit me (c'mon)

Big trucks, or fo'-deep in a old school

Lookin for the hoes, at a club - full of drunk fools

(WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who wanna get it krunk non-stop

(WHO YOU WIT? WHO YOU WIT?) Yo chill fo' dem guns pop

Official player anthem, say what you drankin shorty?

Pop that Henn roll somethin let's get this party started

I roll with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we like them bad girls (bad girls)

Them fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls (shake that ass)

Get with me, let's get a suite, order somethin to eat

Tell me things about you (c'mon) and I'll tell you things about me

(Let's go)

[Chorus: Faith Evans]

Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha come roll with me

Come on, roll with me

We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze

We can feel the breeze

Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down

We ain't never comin down

Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down..

[P. Diddy]

(Uh-huh, yeah yeah)

Yeah, uhh

Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out)

Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out)

Just flow with me (flow with me)

It's Diddy with some niggaz that y'all know with me

(Who?) Eightball & MJG (that's right)

We got it man (c'mon) from Harlem to Tennessee

Let's roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it (that's right)

Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real

with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe)

Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a place near you

I'm lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah)

Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight (c'mon)

That's all day and night, these shoes fit me right

Just bendin corners - know just where you can find

me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo' mind

What you know good (you know good)

It's your world and I'm just in it (what?)

It's just the way that God must have meant it

Speak of the man



Pimp tyte! M-J-G

Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion

Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in

For the track, make my money

Bring it on back to the middle of the flo'

I want the whole stack

Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a little mo'

My seed gotta grow

I got a reason to flow, a reason to show

What I mean is I go

off like a champ, when I cling to the flo'

My twinkies shine when I hit the strip, 'llac dippin

Strictly pimpin, as long as tricks invest in women

From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I'm representin

I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen

Big dickin, chokin hoes with anaconda

If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can of Thunder

I slang lumber, a spell I keep my women under

Through all seasons, they fall winter spring and summer

I hit the highway smoked out pistol grippin

But I ain't trippin though I'm high as hell, spaceship'n

[Chorus - 2X]

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