Can I Roll Wit U

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Prode'je + Havikk, The Rhimeson] Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do? When I still seem to day-dream and fiend for green 'Cause one plus two, broke motherfuckers don't equals naythin' In a buck-fortyfive's what I'm waitin' So now it's time for me to grab the strap And put you in a sleeper for eternally, that's what my psychic's tellin' me So now I'm ridin' to the sun, and I know it ain't shit for me to lose... ...So I, asked the big homie to put it down for me When I was down, you been around for me Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola that I can rack for ya For sho', yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City Not lookin' for hoes that shake no titties But to drop off ki's and collect my G's My fees for this job is three G's Let's see, if I can get it crackin' for me [Chorus] Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on poppin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on crackin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on poppin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on crackin'? [Verse 2: Prode'je & Havikk The Rhimeson] Went to the city and my big homies is here to see Wit' my three G's, can I get it crackin' for me? I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights (Right) Turn to your skull where your brains was Game recognize game, can you dig it? I did it, stackin' to see what's happenin' Loop, there it is, I'm handlin' my biz Miss with this I'm buyin powdered shit So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie This whooped-up lley gon' freeze they brains like Slurpees But I'm tryin to kick back, relax, and stack a meal ticket Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls wit' it In a '86 Coupe, in a '85 Cutlass 2 O-G's on fo' D's, and we're comin' [Chorus] Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on poppin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on crackin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on poppin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on crackin'? [Verse 3: Havikk, The Rhimeson, Prode'je, & Young Prod] Nigga, what's happenin'? Shall we get to scrappin' or cappin'? A king-size .44 Magnum to tag 'em Well, I guess we'll get into some gangster shit I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch And I'm checkin' eyes, so you best to recognize When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon' die Right, you motherfuckers wanna see the gangstas I'm comin from the squad, I ain't no peace treaty banger I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that's real From emptyin' my clip, from dumpin' on niggas, I'm pistol-whippin' your grill But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card I'm rollin' a four-door, Eagle out the window, dumpin' on y'all And all I did was struggle for my land And I'm too much of a G to die by another man And understand you gotta bury me, you won't worry me Wit' yo' player-hater strategy, for my enemy [Chorus] Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on poppin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on crackin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on poppin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on crackin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on poppin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on crackin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on poppin'? Can I roll wit' you? Nigga, what can I do For you, now that it's really on crackin'?