Can I Roll Wit U Lyrics - All Day Everyday - South Central Cartel

[ Rhimeson ] 

Can I roll with you? 

[ Prode'je ] 

Nigga, what can I do? 

When I still seem 

To day-dream and fiend for green 

Cause one plus two, broke muthafuckas, don't equals naythin 

In a buck-fortyfive's what I'm waitin 

[ Rhimeson ] 

So now it's time for me to grab the strap 

And put you in a sleeper eternally 

That's what my psychic's tellin me 

So now I'm ridin to the sun, and I 

Know it ain't shit for me to lose... 

[ Prode'je ] ...So I 

Asked the big homie to put it down for me 

When I was down you been around for me 

Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola 

That I can rack for ya 

[ Rhimeson ] 

For sho', yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City 

Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties 

But to drop off ki's and collect my g's 

My fees for this job is three g's 

[ Prode'je ] 

Let's see if I can get it crackin for me 

[ Prode'je ] 

Can I roll with you? 

[ Rhimeson ] 

Nigga, what can I do 

For you, now that it's really on and poppin? 

[ Prode'je ] 

Went to the city and my big homies is ??? 

With my 3 g's, can I get it crackin for me? 

I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes 

So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights 

[ Rhimeson ] 

Turn to your skull where your brains was 

Game recognize game, can you dig it? 

I did it, stackin to see what's happenin 

Loop - there it is, I'm handlin my biz 

[ Prode'je ] 

With this I'm buyin powdered shit 

So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot 

Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie 

This whooped-up lley gon' freeze they brains like slurpies 

[ Rhimeson ] 

But I'm tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket 

Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it 

(In a '86 coupe) in a '85 cutlass 

2 O.G.'s on fo' d's, and we're comin 

[ Rhimeson ] 

Nigga, what's happenin? 

Shall we get to scrappin or cappin? 

A king-size .44 magnum to tag em 

[ Prode'je ] 

Well, I guess we'll get into some gangster shit 

I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch 

[ Rhimeson ] 

And I'm checkin eyes, so you best to recognize 

When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon' die 

[ Prode'je ] 

Right, you muthafuckas want to see the gangstas 

I'm comin from the squad, I ain't no peace treaty banger 

[ Young Prod ] 

I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that's real 

>From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on niggas, I'm pistol-whippin your grill 

But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card 

I'm rollin a fo' do', Eagle out the window, dumpin on y'all 

[ Rhimeson ] 

And all I did was struggle for my land 

And I'm too much of a gee to die by another man 

[ Prode'je ] 

And understand you gotta bury me, you won't worry me 

With your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy