S.B. - Roll Yo Voges lyrics

Verse 1: We rollin' five cars deep, all logo thangs: A Cutty, a Caddy, two OJ's and a drop Mustang My n***a's f**ed in the Cutty gettin' donuts, fishtail And smokin' up the block and "Two hun'ed block" is what he yellin' Hyped as f**, gone of the Hen and dank b**hes all over the place, jockin' n***as off gold Daytons 6-7 lock is what I'm rollin' when it's sunny Fo' figured, five block to keep my sh** runnin' Gold thangs, spin in pearl pains, shinin' And everywhere I go, n***as ask if they can buy in b**hes jock everywhere I go That's why I roll solo at the sideshows Creepin', peepin' out these hoes Cuz the first one to look is the first to get chose So come take a ride and let me show you how it's done Up in the state of Cali-funk-ia n***a (chorus x2) Roll, roll, roll yo' voges up and down the street All the n***as drop the tops and hit the spot, if you're ridin' on gold D's Verse 2: Sippin' on some hindu, blowin' on some indo Brang paint, tick tock to the Regal to the rallies, all addicted Chrome Strike a well, my crews is saying, you ain't ne'er be mine Hungarian P.R., now I'ma let me throw back windows back and a bangin' Job It's funk in the town of the fog Too many d**hs, ain't nobody down for the squad Rollin' plushed out exact like your Cadillac Soldier Seargent in a car wit gat on my lap All day. Escapin' tracks from Vice Can't wait till it get dark, might hit the club tonight You know them sound recycled clubs Where there to the bunch a big be life hype, who to da bunch a Glocks And then a bunch of unknown damn buds n***as poppin' the trunk for the funk Benzes, Beamers, Lexus', Caddy paint wit drops what's out, pushin' a Bump Y'knaw't's how we do it in the town and I was cold And now to the Bay, n***a go roll yo vogues (chorus x2) Verse 3: Nut'n nice, it's like life, I'm livin' off in my buildin's Slangin' that 'caine, get regular cash back, a n***a's spillin' Ready and willin' for some freaks to leap off in these streets So I can yap on high cap, in a nina millimeter Then fall down, these n***as is walkin' around with one of these ammos Under they belts More n***as I'm k**in' than k**ed, then I be up on tilt Right to my belly, rush is so striggity-straight as cops And me and my ridah potnas, back to the Bay, got caps at you intrudas Mug, that's when I'm slug-k**ed, still makin' these drug deals Wit a 9-double 8, tryin' I'll think it him and dark k** It was a thrill, comin' up in these projects All the set arsenal with them took years to duck this Stuck to the set, you rarely see me off the turf A young n***a that's showin' off, ready steady pushin' that work Pushin' a Caddy on Originals and Voges Stack wit my lap strap, with my mack Mud'f**'s (chorus till fade)