It's Saturday night I've waited so long (Let the night roll on) (Let the night roll on) (Let the night roll on) Looking for hell (Let the night roll on
Traduzione: Angeli. Let The Roll Night On.
trying to get this [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get, Out the window on some uptown anthem shit, I'm stressin
yea yea) Diggy Dang homie I got my chain on me I got my rock down A couple bangs on me It's getting hot now It's a back flow Shorty let's roll Out the
I ain't gonna let you derail me, man I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie 'Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on
on baby lets roll) in the front and roll (63 3-3-3) in the backseat lets roll do the roll (so sweet) come on baby lets roll (so sweet to me baby) jump
of bed and I turn on the light This happens to me every night Sometimes you turn into a snake with long black hair Then you turn into an angel, blonde
I'm showrooms of glittering glass With amphetemine comedowns I'm spinning and turning, alone on St Valentine's But I think that I hear celestial angels
to the world, girls and boys, there comes a choice To advocate bad ass, bet I did it before My POs name is Jord, he let me go on tour Where I'm from,
ain't nothin' wrong we're ready to get the battle on and Ride or die... ain't nothin' wrong I'm ready to get my battle on You my aquittant so what am
If we get angels pinnin my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus He done creeping deep puttin those to sleep till I raise up on my enemies Let's get pumped
one I met this angel With callused hands Who lead this naive boy into his band Under his wing I learned to fly On his 6 strings into the night
Angel With Her Head Hung Low Felt She's Been Sucked Through A Garden Hose One night Of Pleasure For A Lifetime Of Pain I Watch Her Tears Roll Down Her
crackin necks Runnin all night with a jet black 9 In a g-ride killin up your whole set Givin a damn with a strap in my hand Unloadin on every punto that
, smooth like Geechie Dan Who is the man? That kid there Who is the chick with the pick in her hair? Angela, uhh Davis, and we roll like Avis Rent-a-Car
an amaetur Yo i heard Jay manage him Yo he got some heavy gold shit Man, that's some old shit Yea yo the niggas that he roll wit' probably let 'em hold
u do It's too late for that? You gon stay for that? Trust me you gon pay for that, nigga where da paper at? [Ja Rule] Come on Come on Ja...the Fallen angel
the spot, 4:20 on the dot Time to fire up a crop, everybody puffin on it when I'm blazin up the chronic non stop So I'ma hit on the drop, hold it in,