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we roll sample (dj info bah remix) - dj info bah lyrics

[sample intro]
let’s bring ’em all, ladies and gentlemen! (gentlemen, gentlemen)

[intro: jim jones]
uh
dipset
byrdgang, n*gga
we back (yes, we are)
you know who it is, jones (ay, pete rock, holla at me)
capo status, one hour n*gga (money making)
we gon’ take you on a cruise (where we going?)
like we usually do (ryder music), that ryder music, n*gga (uh*huh)
smell me? (i hear you)
sundays is my day, uh (let’s do it)

[verse 1: jim jones]
well*established, it’s known as ferrari day (ride out)
roof missing, background bumping marvin g*yе
stay fly, hoppin’ out on my harlem ways
poppin’ sh*t like, n*gga, that’s what you call a day (flossin!)
we on thе corners while we bottle sippin’ (fifteen!)
everybody puffin’ weed while we politicking (212, n*gga)
like f*ck police, they hop out, we dipping (squalie!)
in the midst of the pumpers where they bowel flipping (watch that)
n0body wanna go to rikers isl’ system (f*ck that!)
so the trash is where we keep the .40 cals hitting (bust them 40s)
double park with my hazard light blinking
looked at my [?], spent half a night drinking
it’s like déjà vu, spent half my life drinking (all my life)
and i remember we was flying to the [?]
and after that, skate to the key
and now we work about an eighth of a key
n*gga sixteen, make a lil cheese
harlem sh*t, n*gga, won’t you take a trip with me, f*cker (do it)
[chorus: max b]
we stop the party
we cop the rocks
and we drop the tops
and we roll
we work lots of stock
we squirt pop a shot
we put pop a squat
and we go
x2

[verse 2: max b]
we spliffy
sold leaf to miss green in order to get cream
max don’t talk, max let the fif’ steam
coupe houdini blue with the 6 green
loop routines you do from the mp’
oops, you see me doin’ with the fendi
oops, you seen me move, don’t defend me (nope)
don’t beat, you might not get ya hair back
i’m ’bout to put a clip in this n*gga, better stand back
d’s wanted pan am, coke on the amtrak
regal or the grand am, smokin’ your man back
i’m so rugged, so thuggish
f*ck it, slugs fly first class, take your guts for luggage
it gets more fatal
hit ya beat with the uz’
watch your frame pop out of the sunroof like a cinnamon
bagel
uh!
[chorus: max b]
we stop the party
we cop the rocks
and we drop the tops
and we roll
we work lots of stock
we squirt pop a shot
we put pop a squat
and we go
x2

[verse 3: pete rock]
“where you been, pete?”
i said i’ve been there, done that
you try to shoot at my tyres, i’ve got run flats
you can’t buy out the block with just one stack
they want a round of applause, give ’em a gun clap (brrrrattt! brrrrattt!)
it’s pete rock, sh*t ain’t changed
except for the quarter to 8, the ’07 range (woo*whee!)
sl!ck talks, you can see them with strategy
you can’t get no higher without physics of gravity
the game ain’t changed, but only the players
religion ain’t changed, but only the prayers
i put one up for all my homies that left
i put one up for just taking a breath
we take a step back and look in the mirror, man
you can try without me, but it just won’t feel the same
pr silencer, that’s how rock i still remain, yeah
[chorus: max b]
we stop the party
we cop the rocks
and we drop the tops
and we roll
we work lots of stock
we squirt pop a shot
we put pop a squat
and we go
x2

[outro]
[?]

- dj info bah lyrics

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