Oh oh, sing me that song At least there's some song bringing me home Oh oh, same old song I left my soul sold, play me rock and roll It was a hard time living in the city Broke my mind, I was trying hard to fit in Somehow I tried to belong They were

Drop it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot When the pimp's in the crib ma When the pigs try to get at you And if a nigga get a attitude I got the Rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going

And it feels like rain, like yesterday And the clouds roll in, the sunlight fades away again And I'm so damn sure, I'm gonna close that door You'll be the first to know When I've found what I'm looking for I want to run with the sun on my face Ride

This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rolling, picture me rolling, picture me rolling Who the fuck wanna wit um We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole Kidman I hit the

Chasin' them better days And I've been livin' in fast lanes Dodgin' them cold rains Keepin' my faith And I've been waitin' on sunshine Rollin' with the hard times That come my way A little money in the bank

(I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a) flirt Soon as I see her walk up in the club (I'm a flirt) Winkin' eyes at me, when I roll up on them dubs (I'm a flirt) Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt) And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn

I’m sick to my soul I can’t be controlled It feels I’m hanging at the end of my rope I wanna believe that there is still hope Now I’m hanging in the balance alone Heaven better tell me where the hell did the angels go I don’t wanna be the last to know

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag

I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S, R.N.S Once upon a time in the projects, yo I'm at a cee lo game and my dice hit 4 That nigga rolled a 3 but I

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I roll up behind it, I wanna try it Grip up your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin' Haven't been around this year I like to see you change your gears To a motion that's more faster, babe I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch