Roll With Me lyrics

Artist  : Puff Daddy 
Song : Roll With Me
 


[P. Diddy]
Yeah.. uh-huh,
uh-huh-huh..
Yeah

[Eightball]
Yeah,
yeah
This big 'Ball mayn, P. Diddy and
MJG
We raw mayn (we raw) if pimp was a drug
we'd O.D. (c'mon)
Got game for days - betta
keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me
I
likes to play (I likes to play)
Drop the top
and feel the summer breeze (let's go)
I know
you can get with that, flippin through the
city
Bright lights and all my G's is out here
rollin wit me (c'mon)
Big trucks, or fo'-deep
in a old school
Lookin for the hoes, at a club
- full of drunk fools
(WHAT WHAT WHAT?) Who
wanna get it krunk non-stop
(WHO YOU WIT? WHO
YOU WIT?) Yo chill fo' dem guns pop
Official
player anthem, say what you drankin
shorty?
Pop that Henn roll somethin let's get
this party started
I roll with Bad Boys (Bad
Boy) we like them bad girls (bad girls)
Them
fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls
(shake that ass)
Get with me, let's get a
suite, order somethin to eat
Tell me things
about you (c'mon) and I'll tell you things about
me
(Let's go)

[Chorus: Faith
Evans]
Sho' nuff ridin, won'tcha come roll
with me
Come on, roll with me
We can put
the top down on the highway and feel the
breeze
We can feel the breeze
Baby we can
kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come
down
We ain't never comin down
Reppin N-Y-C
and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes
down..

[P. Diddy]
(Uh-huh, yeah
yeah)
Yeah, uhh
Let's blow the roof off
(roof off) let's ride out (ride out)
Let's try
to put these city lights out (lights out)
Just
flow with me (flow with me)
It's Diddy with
some niggaz that y'all know with me
(Who?)
Eightball & MJG (that's right)
We got it man
(c'mon) from Harlem to Tennessee
Let's roll
through 'em, how I call it is how I see it
(that's right)
Let yourself go (self go) the
way I keep it real
with a smile that reminds
you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe)
Yes it's
on again (c'mon) to a place near you
I'm lookin
out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah)
Holla at
your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight
(c'mon)
That's all day and night, these shoes
fit me right
Just bendin corners - know just
where you can find
me picture this (picture
this) you only have to use yo' mind
What you
know good (you know good)
It's your world and
I'm just in it (what?)
It's just the way that
God must have meant it
Speak of the
man

[Chorus]

[MJG]
Pimp tyte!
M-J-G
Fin' to get up on the mic with a
passion
Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get
her ass in
For the track, make my
money
Bring it on back to the middle of the
flo'
I want the whole stack
Plus I, need a
little more, I gotta eat a little mo'
My seed
gotta grow
I got a reason to flow, a reason to
show
What I mean is I go
off like a champ,
when I cling to the flo'
My twinkies shine
when I hit the strip, 'llac dippin
Strictly
pimpin, as long as tricks invest in women
From
the Memphis Tenn., to the N-Y-C I'm
representin
I put mo' spice into yo' life than
yo' entire kitchen
Big dickin, chokin hoes with
anaconda
If my pimpin was a drink it'd be a can
of Thunder
I slang lumber, a spell I keep my
women under
Through all seasons, they fall
winter spring and summer
I hit the highway
smoked out pistol grippin
But I ain't trippin
though I'm high as hell,
spaceship'n

[Chorus] - 2X