well it's the cream of the crop

we straight flow from the block

the party ain't over till I'm pullin' out the glock

unnecessary, that I unleash the real

I rubbin' you the right way like Johnny Gill

feel, a nigga tryin' to put it down on the town

even though all the hatas being around

I still clown

with the sound that will keep you pumped

I'm pushin' nothin' but this motherfuckin' gangsta funk

when I skunk

creepin' with my ACG

with the Vegas and the weed

got to let the brain feed

not a bad boy

but I put it down like Mase

in the thug category

tryin' to shake the face

game lace

tighter than a pair of new Jordan's

holdin' down the line like my name Ken Norton

for the team

rollin' up nickels like green

bud and you hatas in the town

got to show me love



[chorus]

I got sacks of weed

and we can hit the cuts

and roll 'em up

roll 'em up

when you dealin' wit the mob

fool you know what's up

cause we'll roll you up

roll you up

when you in the sco town

don't press your luck

just roll 'em up

roll 'em up

or hit the heel for the nade

and we can blow shit up

cause I'm rolls 'em up

rolls 'em up



represent the tip of the sco

lettin' niggas know

how a playa rolls when I hit the door

lettin' off smoke like the wild wild west

blowin' nade can't fuck wit the cest

I got a complex

I need premium

grade A dojah

bitch I'm a soldja

can't nothin' hold ya

nigga from the point down

in the background

niggas yellin' kill-a-hoe

lettin' off nine rounds

it's all over now

had 'em jack at the hash

Plus I got a twamp sack stashed in the ash tray

Dre, bitches and nigga Taydatay

put it down like a hog

for my niggas all day

it's the bomb bay

a real G parlay

won't stop rollin' blunts till judgement day

call it what you want

but I'm addicted to the cannabis

niggas can't handle this

Cuz I'm so scandalous



[chorus]



hit the liquor store for some pour

fuck all of y'all

if you can't roll wit the hog

Livin in the city of the fog

keep a trail hill

for the real deal

off the nade and a mad dog

it's your car

the bitch ridin' shotgun

she wants to heat the hottub for some action

grab the gat son

I don't trust neer bitch

Nina Rostine in the cuts

can you handle this

you know I come equipped

with an extra clip

pull out another blunt

roll another sack of hemp

don't trip

just to my fashion

when I start flashin'

I might start blastin'

off to the land of unknown

let me call Big Mac on the clome

you know it's on

lookin' for more endo smoke

hit 3rd street fiendin' for some JC roll bowl