Roll With Me lyrics

Artist  : P. Diddy 
Song : Roll With Me



 Send "Roll With Me" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [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] -
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