so cold [Chorus] [Second Verse: J-Dawg] This World is colder than a Polar Bear Collect my thoughts before I toss it back and roll up a square You
x4: J-Dawg & Ice Mike] Have you ever seen a killa after midnight? Nigga don't trip, my pistol grip's up in your shit, right? [First Verse: J-Dawg] Four
[Chorus x2: uncredited Smokin'....and rollin' Up in a ride that ain't even much paid for And you can tell by the smell in my clothes what I've been
Straight puttin' it down for his block Them hoes ain't lettin' SHIT slide Bangin' like Bonnie & Clyde Left way too many smokin' Straight leavin' foreheads
[Chorus x2: uncredited Smokin'....and rollin' Up in a ride that ain't even much paid for And you can tell by the smell in my clothes what I've been doin
B.I.G.) [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] Relax and take notes while I take tokes of the marijuana Smoke relax and take notes gun smoke gun smoke I just want
(feat. PJ) [chorus: x2] It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What? It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What? It's that P.J. cumin out that 4'4 What? Bout
feat. Game, Snoop Dogg & Akon] [Hook:] Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll
[feat. Akon and Snoop Dogg] [Hook:] Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up
I kill it? (Hell yeah - gotta with the gang I can roll ??) [LIL' HAWK] O.G. Inglewood back in the muthafuckin' door Red Riding through your hood givin' up 104 With my dog B-Brazy Rollin
down everytime you swing my door [Verse 2:] I got my rims finger fucked By a god dam j Gave him 1.8 Of some hard ass yay It's a lot of crack smokers
down everytime you swing my door [Verse 2] I got my rims finger fucked By a god dam j Gave him 1.8 Of some hard ass yay It's a lot of crack smokers in
that Pelle already it's [scratched: "FUNKY"] Can't lift it up Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up [J Dilla:] Easy get it up, smoke with me weed mayne
heavy heavy... " [echoes]) Can't lift it up Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up [J Dilla:] Get it up, smoke with me weed mayne How them greens layin
rib, bleed, fall to the floor I bet you bitches never disrespect the camp no more I roll with nathan but felons Soon as they finish we bailin' J-Dawg
Ay world, this Streets 101 I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music [Chorus:] Hey hey hey hey hey Now all
(feat. J.R. Writer) Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on) Roll wit me, its santana I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great Fuck wit ya boy!(Once again
my bitch (bitch) Break them heels off and make me rich Now which one of these old tramps you gonna pick I'm the M-J-G I be rollin in big classics Caddilacs
