thats the way it is for Biggie We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera Do jokes with police scanners, niggaz mediocre Full of dirt like hampers I roll
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti] Razaville Texas Houston to McAllen Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus Odessa, Laredo
My face on promo wraps, I'm seein' fo' mo' plaques The way the paper stack, I'm okay with that She's so smart in my lap, she's a brainiac We roll around
move They call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do Cock me back Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true But
rag, let me see that love Roamin' through the hood, top cut down Car packed so full it's fuckin' on the ground Max with the homies spittin' on the hoes
out a lil' niggas trunk Turn heads for I even hit the block Lil' kids runnin' up when they hear the beat knock Cranked to the max whenever I pass cops
hate cause I?m dippin witcha mate. Out the gate, let?s roll, let?s bounce, let?s skate. Let?s go to the room, let?s go to the max. Let?s go, Your boyfriend
can flick a few (fuck yea) Knock the lenses out my frames and start the ruckus (yes) So when I scream through the scene you kno you niggas finna crush it Max
, body like Hector Comacho Kissin' Puerto Rican girls on they earlobes Victor Ramosa standin' on Fermosa Big whip, fat you own a orange Rolls Royce Comin
440 engine blowin' wind, through our hair extension Two bags of six packs, with .38's, wrapped in gift packs Big attitude she's on the two train, I roll like Mad Max
the V's at I plot to get mo?, stacks and a crib Sometimes I hear that L.A hold a gat in the crib Can't relax in the crib, niggaz did max bids Niggaz
cause he cuts em like class And the chicks want me to lick cause I'm too quick, I think I'll pass Dollars, if I don't fold em, I roll em like a bolo
Verse one: This be those zero mutherfuckers and I'm full of that liquor Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper Better roll much quicker Niggas
coast jack move They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax who used to wear Air Max shoes, that
'm backin' heat with the Heatmakers, I can spit it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper You wonder why I never mix and mingle I'd rather roll
.O.I. makin' sure nobody creep when I sleep Keep a 9 millimeter in my jeep, peep When I roll, I gots to roll deep Ain't goin' out cheap Met the MADD
the shit be going When we be blitzed High as fuck And now them hookers sucking dicks [da foe] Aha aha, I needs them muthafuckin millions on the west So I can roll
crossed victims of 40-ness man all that drama you come with I swear you on some shit Whether it's morphine or cocaine Doja or doggfood they had these marks for Tre and Max