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

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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

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