Rollin 100's
Title | Rollin 100's |
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Artist | 3X Krazy |
Album | Stackin Chips |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: E-40] I'm just a bill, yeah I'm only a bill I'm sittin' here on motherfuckin' scrilla-scrill That's right bitch! [Verse 1: Agerman] No need for the motherfuckin' ambulance Call it a three times circumstance [?] There'll be no witnesses to this homicide "Where did he go?" Snitchin' It's to the fuckin' dome My killers in the cut (Try me) [?] for the passion (Mobly) Call the coroner with the M-I-N-I 14 ([?]) When the boys are [?] the game like Monopoly Use it like a drug, thuggin', hustlin', and sluggin' Livin' shady and rugged 200-dollar under buckets We're livin' diamonds to gold nuggets Put a dent in yo' budget Then leave with a pocket full of duckets See I'm a grown-ass nigga Runnin'-through-your-home-ass nigga Put-one-in-your-dome-ass nigga With a finger that's eager to pull that chrome-ass trigger I'm walnuttin' it, cookin' it, cuttin' it, baggin' it [?] ain't havin' it, I got A-1 yo' for the cabbage Snitches linkin' and finkin' So when they find you, you won't be breathin' or blinkin' Just thinkin' we the mob Niggas in for the Lincolns Smokin' and drinkin' Nigga, when we rob, we're creepin' to keep the police from peepin' [Verse 2: Keak da Sneak] We in the crack house Can't find us in the flat house And if you don't know that back route They'll search you when you get back out These niggas be on ya And he ain't gettin' up, we tried ammonia We do damage, so fuck the ambulance Just call the coroner Mr. Sicka, I'm perkin', crackin', checkin' money quicker OPD and [?] 'fore they catch this nigga Seen Rain gettin' money That's when I finally figured Fuckin stealin' cars, hit 'em hard And scat to make my stack bigger Doin' all-nighters, and wearin' the same shit for weeks Watch the stash, then finna smash through the Oakland streets Saw the drought here A nigga's fingers got sticky Stole my bundle, and got his head busted with a mickey It's sickly, 'cause this nigga ain't havin' no cream Out here broke as fuck, and none of my bundle gone He's doin' his thing Make the heads ring, like Dr. Dre He set an example, just a lil' sample This ain't for play My money tied up in a chevy and lost [?] I'm walnuttin', cookin', cuttin' it And [?] my way You might also like[Hook] Whatchu need? I got yola, A-1, no bakin' soda Whole half quarter seepin' gallons of water, bitch! I'm walnuttin' it, cookin' it, cuttin' it, baggin' it [?] ain't havin' it, I got A-1 yo' for the cabbage [Verse 3: B.A.] I'm walnuttin' it, cookin' it, cuttin' it, baggin' it Put it on a couple of freebies so them noggas come and see me [?] We ridin', fetch me come and catch me Collectin' my dibby city to city, it's a [?] We tearin' them buds and them clubs Fuckin' with hoes like we supposed to Ain't no simpin' and loves Plus, we're rollin' hunnids criss-tight Like a Philly full of bomb We're scratchin' our palms Them pitbullies on the lines Fuckin' with indo, for the scrillo Soldiers slangin' super [?] Razor sharp as a pencil I make a hit if yo' spot crankin' This rock breaker, uh Money machine Smooth sellin' full of green [Verse 4: Harm] I keep A-1 without the drawback So if you laggy you's just gon' be fuckin' off your dope-sack I got cakes to bake Money to make, and to set it straight it's gon' be 16-5 To pay your visit and be down with it nigga Kid I struggled to strive And to stay alive I had to stay on my toes Fuck these bitches and hoes Brand new cars and new clothes I'm sharp like a 'chete So get in your march and get ready 'Cause I got that A-1 yo-y, [?], and moby, gettin' my fetti, nigga [Hook] Whatchu need? I got yola, A-1, no bakin' soda Whole half quarter seepin' gallons of water, bitch! I'm walnuttin' it, cookin' it, cuttin' it, baggin' it [?] ain't havin' it, I got A-1 yo' for the cabbage [Verse 5: Mr. Spence] Posted up on the track, homie whatchu need? Got sacks of yola, got sacks of weed Got gallons of water, got fake IDs Got Motorola's with C-H-I-Ps It's the G of them all Above the law like Steven Seagal Movin' things like a U-Haul Knockin' niggas out the game like a cueball Y'all ain't know? I got the block sold up like a quill Bank roll longer than Manute Bol standin' on steel, shit Better ask somebody, I gets down and dirty about my scratch And don't let it be a drought, 'cause I'm through somebody house with a stockin' cap Rest the niggas, off the track when it's my time to grind 'Cause 'til my sack of yola off, ain't nobody makin' a dime [Verse 6: E-40] Uh-th-uh-36 zips On the triple beam scale Burn the ducktape But keep all the yayo Makin' [?] accusations Holdin' illegal drug traffications [?] conversations Skyballin' tactications Perkin' off Korbel brandy into traffic Conductin' business in a '67 Maverick Get my partners sprazy Don't you wait too late 'Cause prices fluctuate like Luther Vandross' wait On the down-easy, who whatchu got on there tough? Finna be another dreezy, niggas don't wanna be stuck Be on your Ps and toes, watch out for tricks and traps 'Cause when ya bring the funk, can't let the funk come back Today they're hard, but yesterday they were soft Fuck them niggas! They get their heads tore off Bitch! |