All day, all night All night, all day Ready fi get di cook up hype an Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A Let's ride, all night

When baby I'am dressed to kill, to kill, to kill, to kill, to kill. I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will We're dancing in the dark with my hand's around your heart Our heads will roll and blood will spill But how can you resist I slip into my

Because I used to love her, but it's all over now Tables turn and now her turn to cry Well, baby used to stay out all night long She made me cry, she done me wrong She hurt my eyes open, that's no lie Well, she used to run around with every man in town

Night and stars above that shine so bright The myst'ry of their fading light That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the sand so I may keep The mem'ry of our caravan This is so exciting You are so inviting Resting in my arms

And you save me In the mornings I was anxious It's better just to stay in bed Didn't want to fail myself again Running through all the options And the endings Were rolling out in front of me But I couldn't choose a thread to begin

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L.A.! Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah,

'Cause I'm just the truth Rolling like a fool What have I gotten myself into? Hurry up and choose I can get it right, one try Roll this up and let's skydive I'm in sky and I chill with this ice in my ears I want to look good out and live We shared that

Back when we were rockstars Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kickdrum beat Leaning West Coast deep in the

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I pull up roll the window down and I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them

Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me Pressures of a new place roll my way I can't believe how much I hate I'll be right there But you'll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air If you need anyone (if you need anyone) I crumble underneath the weight Spirits