ain't thinking 'bout nothing else I just wanna be by ourselves So we can oh, oh, oh We need to roll Girl, I got a place where we can go Oh, look at what
Traduzione: Joe. We Need To Roll.
Esoteric, we're gonna play a little game I'm gonna give you a word, you tell me exactly what comes to mind Cool, let's go Brain - tumor, suede - Puma
We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Di-dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we
But will still aim at your black dome And bust you In a honda Or if I need to Augusta You bet we going to get crunk We pressure in a trunk When I catch
gonna make you do that on this remix We gon' keep it goin We gon' give you a little taste.. of WHOA! young guns.. Bad Boy baby We won't stop, cuz we can
that we Gs You see all the crowns, you know that we kings, you notice the rings Everywhere we go, we roll with the team, yeah And you know that we lasers
find a way to make the money (bang - money) A fast lick, and I gotta do the shit quick Call up my nucca DJ, the latin Joe Quixx So tell me brother - I need
my seed I guarantee to give you what you need One blood everybody like Junior Reid Wake up every morning yo I must up seed Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede Yo really let me roll
peoples know, you know it's goin down tonight Man, we livin I got the 4-1-1 on the bumpin We ridin we them heat, as if they funk And them we dumpin I
drain Oh, I need love first thing in the morning I need love, baby, first thing in the evening I need love, ow, first thing in the morning I need love
When Uncle Sam has broken down We'll make him down in old Japan Say yeee Well there ain't no better blend Than Joe Ely and his Texas Men Where the wind
need for war, But we can't ignore the devil; he'll keep comin' back for more. Some see this in black and white; others only grey. We're not beggin' for
I see cuttin the rug now baby girl... wats up My name corey bapes but ain't no need for introduction U were dancin with your girls but could u brake me off sumthin It's no need
Ain't havin no bitch-ass Slob tryin' to dis them We in it to win it loc'd out Crips roll and when I die "I rolled Crippin'" graved in my tombstone Realize
Shit's hard, especially hits to scar the soul That's why niggaz drink and stress for cigars to roll It's like the farther we go, we cover less distance
