Gimme somethin' to roll. Somethin' gangstafied. Gimme somethin' to roll. Somethin' gangstafied. . Gimme somethin' to roll. Somethin' gangstafied. Hey, hey, Star Trak, Star Trak.
Please speak of freedom. Sing of amber, waves of grain. . With every line written,. And all I have given. Music's been nothing more than a self made prison.
[Verse 1 - Pusha T]. Follow the leader exhaust pipes and breathers,. The flash from the barrel turns bullies to believers,. The time of the life make the bitches wanna keep ya,.
(Bridge). I can show you what my paper like. Money first, fast cars, out come the chicks of they panties and Bras. Come on. I said come on. . (Pusha T verse 1.
It ain't nothin'' y'all can teach me. I been locked up more times than sweet pea. See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya sleepy. Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me.
I keeps that dirty money, I'm talkin' fast cash. I'm talkin' razor shavin', I'm talkin' duffle bags. I'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there.
Yes sir. . Don't let 'cha ego trick your ass. 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get your ass. Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam. But if it don't, that's your ass my man.
(Chorus). Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris'. I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch. You niggas keep wavin' them wrists. I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch.
Yo wattup ma I got a pocket full of stinky's. Let's go spin these right quick, what's that?. . All my fly bitches like. (Dirty money, dirty money). All my stripper bitches like.
[Chorus:]. Yo... Look at that ass just bouncing. Oh god I need counseling. Images in my head steady hounding. Oh god I need counseling. You don't want to bring your chicks around me.
Cot damn, it's a new day. Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money. Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot damn. . They just can't understand or fathom my demeanor. Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. . (Verse 1 - Malice). Say dog, let's not get involved. You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo. Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids.
I'm at your door, your eyes are like why are you here. Judging by my steel I got something to do here. Give up the money or the angel cries two tears.
I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion. I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey. See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion. While other *** crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin' 'em.
I keeps that dirty money, I'm talkin' fast cash. I'm talkin' razor shavin', I'm talkin' duffle bags. I'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there.
Hmm, you're tryna get some good fame ain't cha?. Hmm, you're tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?. Hmm, you're tryna save for tha range ain't cha?. Hmm, you're tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha?.
[Chorus - Pusha T]. Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha?. Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha?. Hmmm, you tryna save for tha Range ain't cha?.
Uh-huh, barbecue or mildew, hoe? Shit. My fetti has a first name it's E A R L. About my mail, shit. Nigga you know I'm up in this motherfucker. On a good one, fuck yes.
Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?. I want to be saved. Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?. I want to be saved. . Ah is a, ah is a, should I save her?.
I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party. Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi. Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us. Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us.