Rollin With The Homies

Lyrics

[Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P] Rollin' with the homies, you already know We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow Problem with these fuck boys, we gon let it go Rollin' with the homies, you already know We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow Problem with these fuck boys, we gon let it go [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Ogen pockets, chains all obnoxious Classy wrist wear you know what the watch is Know that I'm holdin', don't make me pop this Kiss you need help? Chill Jada I got this Bars is nuclear, flow is straight toxic Need that new Lox, they waiting on my shit Almost finished, I'm just doing the diagnostics Matter of time 'fore we take the game hostage Nobody can fuck with the Gods when we on our shit Come to one of our shows, you can get in the mosh pit Violate me and my fam, we can't squash it If you don't believe me, my nigga, then just watch this [Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P] Rollin' with the homies, you already know We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow Problem with these fuck boys, we gon let it go Rollin' with the homies, you already know We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow Problem with these fuck boys, we gon let it go [Verse 2: Styles P] Rollin with the homies, you already know Half an hour past, and we just lit a O And I'm mad tired like we just did a show It's a California strain that we don't get to grow Saturday nights live like Joe Piscopo White girls on white girls, go ahead and fist a ho Pardon me that was a little raunchy I'm a ghost for getting money haunts me I'm O-dog you faggot-ass Chauncey No disrespect to the gays Rep of the sour, Kiss rep for haze Louch got the yak, we can drink for ten days [Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P] Rollin' with the homies, you already know We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow Problem with these fuck boys, we gon let it go Rollin' with the homies, you already know We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow Problem with these fuck boys, we gon let it go [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Hunnid thousand on the road, money transferring Weed burning loud, bad bitches reoccurrin' Last night is blurry Ayo bring a Advil in hurry for my head and kick them bitches out the bed If you don't like me, nigga, suck a dick Fight who? Man these niggas with me shootin' quick Where ya money, where ya jewels, where ya house at? Ruth Chris? Nigga barely do the Outback (stop it) Image me giving two fucks These fake ass niggas ain't spending two bucks If I every need a bail it ain't hard to tell, I'm Nas on these niggas I been getting money but I stay in the cut, I'm like Pras on these niggas New house, elevator and garage on these niggas Robed like I'm 'bout to get massaged on these niggas Watch TV not me or watch these triggas [Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P] Rollin' with the homies, you already know We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow Problem with these fuck boys, we gon let it go Rollin' with the homies, you already know We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow Problem with these fuck boys, we gon let it go