P. Diddy - Roll With Me lyrics

[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 n***a 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 a** girls (shake that a**) 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 n***az 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 pa**ion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her a** 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]