We Roll

Lyrics

[Sample Intro] Let's bring 'em all, ladies and gentlemen! (Gentlemen, gentlemen) [Intro: Jim Jones] Uh Dipset ByrdGang, nigga We back (yes, we are) You know who it is, Jones (Ay, Pete Rock, holla at me) Capo Status, one hour nigga (Money making) We gon' take you on a cruise (where we going?) Like we usually do (Ryder music), that Ryder music, nigga (uh-huh) Smell me? (I hear you) Sundays is my day, uh (Let's do it) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Well-established, it's known as Ferrari day (Ride out) Roof missing, background bumping Marvin Gaye Stay fly, hoppin' out on my Harlem ways Poppin' shit like, nigga, that's what you call a day (Flossin!) We on the corners while we bottle sippin' (Fifteen!) Everybody puffin' weed while we politicking (212, nigga) Like fuck police, they hop out, we dipping (SQUALIE!) In the midst of the pumpers where they bowel flipping (watch that) Nobody wanna go to Rikers Isl' system (fuck that!) So the trash is where we keep the .40 cals hitting (bust them 40s) Double park with my hazard light blinking Looked at my [?], spent half a night drinking It's like d�j� vu, spent half my life drinking (All my life) And I remember we was flying to the [?] And after that, skate to the key And now we work about an eighth of a key Nigga sixteen, make a lil cheese Harlem shit, nigga, won't you take a trip with me, fucker (Do it) [Chorus: Max B] We stop the party We cop the rocks And we drop the tops And we roll We work lots of stock We squirt pop a shot We put pop a squat And we go We stop the party We cop the rocks And we drop the tops And we roll We work lots of stock We squirt pop a shot We put pop a squat And we go [Verse 2: Max B] We spliffy Sold leaf to Mitch Green in order to get cream Max don't talk, Max let the fif' steam Coupe Houdini blue with the 6 green Loop routines you do from the MP' Oops, you see me doin' with the Fendi Oops, you seen me move, don't defend me (Nope) Don't reach, you might not get ya hand back I'm 'bout to put a clip in this nigga, better stand back Diesel wanted Pan Am, coke on the Amtrak Regal or the Grand Am, smokin' your man back I'm so rugged, so thuggish Fuck it, slugs fly first class, take your guts for luggage It gets more fatal Hit ya Veek with the uz' Watch your frame pop out of the sunroof like a cinnamon bagel Uh! [Chorus: Max B] We stop the party We cop the rocks And we drop the tops And we roll We work lots of stock We squirt pop a shot We put pop a squat And we go We stop the party We cop the rocks And we drop the tops And we roll We work lots of stock We squirt pop a shot We put pop a squat And we go [Verse 3: Pete Rock] "Where you been, Pete?" I said I've been there, done that You try to shoot at my tyres, I've got run flats You can't buy out the block with just one stack They want a round of applause, give 'em a gun clap (Brrrrattt! Brrrrattt!) It's Pete Rock, shit ain't changed Except for the quarter to 8, the '07 Range (Woo-whee!) Slick talks, you can see them with strategy You can't get no higher without physics of gravity The game ain't changed, but only the players Religion ain't changed, but only the prayers I put one up for all my homies that left I put one up for just taking a breath We take a step back and look in the mirror, man You can try without me, but it just won't feel the same PR silencer, that's how Rock I still remain, yeah [Chorus: Max B] We stop the party We cop the rocks And we drop the tops And we roll We work lots of stock We squirt pop a shot We put pop a squat And we go We stop the party We cop the rocks And we drop the tops And we roll We work lots of stock We squirt pop a shot We put pop a squat And we go [Outro] [?]