5 Seconds Lyrics - Singles - Roscoe

You niggaz just don't get it do you? 

Young Roscoe the sodo 

YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt Young Gotti 

Yeah, started November 23, 1972 and 83 

[Hook] 

Put me on lockdown and sneak out back 

And when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sack 

Lets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy 

Not while you listening to my CD 

You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me 

Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP 

But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject 

I'll even give you 5 seconds 

[Roscoe] 

The wait is finally done with, the time is now 

YA, like who want it, we in it to run it 

The album's done nigga, Volume 1 nigga 

Tabasco sause all over the track 

That nigga Roscoe'll boss all over the track 

He make the "Girls All Pause" yeah they open to that 

Now who you know the flow talking about, approachin a mac? 

Without a stack of doe with some doe doe to roll fat 

I'm a top notch nigga, hand and cotch trippa 

Cut your arm of to get to the watch quicka 

Not tryin to do it all, can't see Juvy hall 

Too many booty calls my nigga, duty calls 

I'm used to ditching classes roamin through the halls 

[Hook] 

Put me on lockdown and sneak out back 

And when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sack 

Lets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy 

Not while you listening to my CD 

You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me 

Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP 

But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject 

I'll even give you 5 seconds 

[Roscoe] 

Ha ha! These young niggaroes comin with sicka flows 

Hit you with the figga 4, Rock Bottom 

Me and my dogs gettin paper'd up 

Rippin 'em up after sherds and YA it up from top to bottom 

(Rocks!)Yeah we got that but we don't wear 'em 

(What about Glocks?!)Yeah we got those bu we don't carry 

(What about Plots?!)Fo sho we got those, but we don't ever share 'em 

We bury 'em in the back of our mind until it's time to smash 

Only in it temporary for cash 

And stearin clear from the phonies, cus they scary to blast 

But where were the mass murderin Young Assassins murderin tracks 

To linguish and we all know how to act 

It's YA till we die, do or die, homocide 

When we rob, when we ride, nigga side 

We oblide by the rules, ride by the fools 

Throwin up my squad, holdin up high for the crew 

You know how we do... 

Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money and shake... 

Oh 5 seconds 

[Roscoe] 

I'm breakin 'em off like the umbilicle cord 

Takin 'em off the billboard 

Chargin through at full force 

And first to walk in, torch 'em, I'm hot to death 

Ready scorch 'em, I'll leave 'em all stiff like starch 

I noticed a lotta y'all pups like to bark 

But don't never hit the fence at night when it gets dark 

You better hope the pitbulls never get loose 

CUs best believe we comin to get you shitzu 

I'm scopin so many sheep in wolves clothin, it's pitiful 

Analyze the situation, hypocritical 

Sinical criminals, indispicable individuals 

Supplyin the heat rock bumpin through yo digital 

Whenever you dippin through the ghetto 

Whippin the 6-2 Chevy, blowin heavy, goin 70 

With one hand on the steering wheel tryin to hold it steady 

Hittin the switch 

Cus only Dogg Pound Gangstas could spit it like this 

And that's on the intro, so big, so big