Rock N' Roll (Radio Remix) [feat. Lil' Flip]

Hmm, yes, sir

Rock and roll, man, roll and rock

I got tens, got twenties, got fifty blocks

I got **** to buy, **** for sale

So much ****, got **** in jail

In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell

This lil' **** got beats too fresh to be stale

But I'ma take you back to the early eighties

When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes

My aunt-cousin Wamp had the black on black

Ac' Coupe Legend with the gold in the back

I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell

Runnin' 'round wild tryna get that mail

Lil' shorty who was tryna learn the rules

I was twelve years old, brought the **** to school

'Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that ****

You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know 'bout this

But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Trak)

Try to set up shop, get glowed up

Aye, I'm the candy man, I got more than frozen cups

I got your chop-top sour diesel roll-ups

Fam, we can roll up (Star Trak)

On Fam don't try to roll up (Star Trak)

Don't make me fill these mother**** fours up

'Cause it's like that

Uh, well, here's a lil' story I'd like to tell

About a H-Town pimp and how he got his mail

He started way back in 1999

When I got my first **** and I started to grind

Now we can rock and roll, I got a roll of ****

So when you hear

There go the cops

When the block get hot, homie, we gon' chill

If it ain't twenty-two mill', we decline the deal

My life too real for me to act like you

I'm playin' with too much paper to push 'Lacs like you

You can call me Betty Crocker 'cause I'm bakin' them cakes

And when I cross the interstate, I'm switchin' the plates

I'm watchin' the Feds, they're watchin' my moves

I'm payin' my dues, I'm sprayin' my ****

We never play by the rules

You might make the news if you play with us

You ain't heard? Me and my homies keep the **** with us

We'll stop, drop, roll and **** you in the head

When I'm chasin' my bread, I'm shakin' the Feds

And I'm packin' my ****, y'all ain't ready for beef

The only time you saw a bird was on Sesame Street

I got the big birds and I keep 'em in my pouch

Play with my money and I turn into Oscar the Grouch

But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Trak)

Try to set up shop, get glowed up

Aye, I'm the candy man, I got more than frozen cups

I got your chop-top sour diesel roll-ups

Fam, we can roll up (Star Trak)

On Fam don't try to roll up (Star Trak)

Don't make me fill these mother**** fours up

'Cause it's like that

Aw, this is the part when the fight just start

When fists get to swingin' and the **** spark

And then the **** just get to runnin' and the **** just scream

And we speed off in the Rolls and it's so damn clean

I stand on my block, the gamblin' spot

My hands in my pockets, both **** is cocked

Waitin' for a **** to just act up

My right hand, Big Six, got my big back up

**** lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell

Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales

Mad 'cause my right hand bad as hell

I woulda kept **** but I had a sale

See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five

Lookin' for Nina Ross, she just arrived

Picked up my cash and slide off sweet

**** tried to snatch ****, knocked his heart off-beat

**** talk trash like **** all sweet

Won't ya all take the cash, dawg, not off me

Hustling's in my veins, you cannot stop it

Walkin' down the block with life in my pocket

I'm tryna score and get this **** off quick

You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know 'bout this

But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Trak)

Try to set up shop, get glowed up

Aye, I'm the candy man, I got more than frozen cups

I got your chop-top sour diesel roll-ups

Fam, we can roll up (Star Trak)

On Fam don't try to roll up (Star Trak)

Don't make me fill these mother**** fours up

'Cause it's like that

Aw, this is the part when the fight just start

When fists get to swingin' and the **** spark

And then the **** just get to runnin' and the **** just scream

And we speed off in the Rolls and it's so damn clean