record and is cut off] [Chris Rock] What? Motherfucker what the fuck? [fight breaks out] [sample of Run-D.M.C. saying "I'm the kiiiiiing" keeps repeating] [Chris Rock
strap is attached on If you disrespect the kid, leave half your back gone See all my life, I done rolled with G's Thugstas hustlers, and I roll with
heart And your really artistic worldly views It sells records when you're sad these days It's super cool to be mad these days I think rock and roll is
know that fuckin with me ain't nothin nice Cause all I do is roll my trees and get high And stay with a bad-ass chick by my side My name is this game
From New York city, New York Wearing the red trunks with yellow trim And weighing in at 120 pounds [The Most Talented] Ya try to pull a roll on my eyes
of Joe, flooded with thugs and hoes Real niggas, drug dealers, with villas in the Strolls Lexus and Rolls parked in twenty-car garages Living the largest, with
Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this? I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris
. Cause I chiggy a little New York trips rot never caught me in the middle 4 5 6 still up in the mix still comin' to grips. Still cashin' in chips with
Redgrave+ "With CREAM I ain't with the fame" "Fame is the measure" "Rap celebs" "The place where stars are born" "With CREAM I ain't with the fame" "
change new texts but my dog Pleasure P said theres birds in this nest and in the club girls like Im next I dont dance ___I let them hoes 2 step with money
the dawg now roll with the stars now like Tony R O M O It's the remix but I been dope Now if you see me in the coupe with a wrist ice blue And you trying
G Back in 2G, had em buggin like who's he It's J-O J-O Hustlin rap slay-slingin the yay-yo yay-yo DJ's the jay, put em on a pay roll pay roll Hold down
Juelz Santana] she wanna roll with me she wanna go with with me, but she dont know Im tryin to take her back home with me, i told her have a seat in my
When they see him, whips be European If you're a ten, chances you're with him If you're a five, you know you ridin' with them Sick with the pen nigga,
cause I learned alot And I earned alot in the parking lot Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rock They used to call me that little white kid Who could rock
ever in Watts, you better bring a gun [VERSE 4: King Tee] Now you got a nice car with a brand-new paintin Rag top convertable with all-gold Daytons You
'm at the end of my rope, I'm bout to snap Cut a nigga throat, put a bullet through his hat With his head attached What's the deal new jack? Who dat?
