Big Tymers - Get Your Roll On

Ooooohhhhh, what, what, what
Ooooohhhhh, yeah

Verse 1 (Manny Fresh)
I..fuck..these...hoes
Af-ter...our shows
Big dicks... we slang
Freak bitch... do ya thang (do yo thang)
Benz, Vettes, Hummers, Jets
Ro-lex... mo' sex
Television... head rest
Twenty inches... nothin less
Every-day..... iced..... out
Nigga play....lights out
M... period... Fresh, comma
Yo wife is my......baby mama
God.......damn mother-fucker
She's uh....good dick sucker
What...the....fuck
Hold on.....everybody (Scribbles)
Get yo' roll on

(Chorus)x4
Everybody get yo roll on
Everybody get cha motherfuckin roll on
What

Verse 2 (Baby)
Beatrice...bitch please
You....know....who I.....be
Nothin else.....none other
The...number one...stunner
Nigga...I pimp hoes
Fuck....toss....flip hoes
Show them....bitches no...love
Ridin 2g lacs on......dubs
Ounces....quarters....halves...bricks
Nigga I done sold all that shit
soon as....my tour stop
Bought five Bentley Zoras.....props
TV's must...buttons must....
CMB...platinum plus
What the.....fuck...hold on
(Scribbles)
Everybody get yo' motherfuckin roll on

(Chorus)

Verse 3 (Manny and Baby together)
I...like...loud pipes
Big..rims....mo ice
V-twelves...or better
No...itch....strictly leather
Playstation....DVD's
Don't worry about yo bitch
She comin wit' me
Leavin stickers on the Bentley
To show the price
Arm out the windows
Just to floss my ice
Fresh....wait hold up
Thats that bitch....we fucked
Nigga.....what yo bank bout
Dog i've been....lost count
Pop that Crist'.. pop that Mo'
Slam that bitch.....punch that hoe
What the fuck....hold on
Everybody get yo motherfuckin roll on

(Chorus)