Spice 1 - n***as I Roll Wit lyrics
(Chorus: Spice 1) You ain't gotta worry 'bout me Watch for the n***as I'm rollin' wit' Pimps, playas, hustlers and G's Is the n***as I'm rollin' wit' We all got the same enemies Me and the n***as I'm rollin' wit' Pourin' liqour out on the streets For the n***as I'm rollin' wit (Spice 1) Me and my n***as go together like twenty-three's on paralies With mobb style tattoos on our shoulders, backs and bellies All crazy as f** and don't nobody give a sh** Carry guns, smoke weed, pop ex and fight pits Make 'em fight to the d**h so we can all get a rush n***as lettin' off fo'-fo's when fired the fu*k UP Money, liqour and pieces, bullet wounds, scars and stitches My n***as is savage, attitudes is all vicious Doin' doughnuts and burnin' rubber in six hundreds Some allegory vehicles while cops'll be stayin' blunted Fight each other some times but still drink out the same bottle If a n***a pull a pistol he gotta use it and that's the motto We don't owe none of you motherf**ers a goddamn dime Couldn't get a one nickel outta me, just a slug and two nines And I don't give a f** I'm gangster, my nature is savvy Blow your brains out and shoot a happy face in your caddy motherf**er (Chorus: Spice 1) You ain't gotta worry 'bout me Watch for the n***as I'm rollin' wit' Pimps, playas, hustlers, G's Is the n***as I'm rollin' wit' We all got the same enemies Me and the n***as I'm rollin' wit' Pourin' liqour out on the streets For the n***as I'm rollin' wit (Spice 1) Sometimes I just can't tell my n***as sh** Cause I know they gon' get to bustin' You f** me, you f** my n***as - crips and bloods and k**ers Nappy braids, afro's and saggy pants Pop a motherf**in' collar, just boogie and don't dance Test my thuggin', my n***as act up, I can't control 'em Shake the dice and you can't stand pain, you better hold 'em Don't roll 'em, we bound to put slugs up in your scrotum We all unload together and reload 'em Spiceberg and them millimeter the n***as that roll with me I roll with them, we roll together, till the tank is empty n***a, my dogs, my folks, my people My blood cousins, my playas, my pimps, my ridaz, my thugs rushin' Motherf**ers did dirt, we ain't trippin' you know the rules Like mechanics my n***as come laced with all the tool So you ain't gotta worry 'bout me Watch for the n***as that I came with And do the damn thing in the game with (Chorus: Spice 1) You ain't gotta worry 'bout me Watch for the n***as I'm rollin' wit' Pimps, playas, hustlers, G's Is the n***as I'm rollin' wit' We all got the same enemies Me and the n***as I'm rollin' wit' Pourin' liqour out on the streets For the n***as I'm rollin' wit (Spice 1) Uh, picture me crawlin' in my catalac escalade Ain't no need for no hatin', cause we all gettin' paid I gotta pocket full of chips, an ounce of weed in the stash We all high talkin' sh**, watch the whole car laugh But there's a serious side to all the sh** that we do Keep us circulin' k**ers givin' my enemies blues We choose the life that we live in, take the bitter with the sweet Ready to poom, hittin' the pearl of a hard beat It's Thug Nature, pistols, pimpin', power and paper Real playas, woodgrain, TV's and navigators Just a motherf**in' gangsta like all my friends Pull up on you muggin' with bullet holes in my Benz We been in all kind of sh**, it's been a long a** road I make demo's outta n***as, strikin' fear on my foes f** the world if you can't thug A lotta n***as out here as well will do for some slugs motherf**er (Chorus: Spice 1) You ain't gotta worry 'bout me Watch for the n***as I'm rollin' wit' Pimps, playas, hustlers, G's Is the n***as I'm rollin' wit' We all got the same enemies Me and the n***as I'm rollin' wit' Pourin' liqour out on the streets For the n***as I'm rollin' wit You ain't gotta worry 'bout me Watch for the n***as I'm rollin' wit' Pimps, playas, hustlers, G's Is the n***as I'm rollin' wit' We all got the same enemies Me and the n***as I'm rollin' wit' Pourin' liqour out on the streets For the n***as I'm rollin' wit ...for the n***as I'm rollin' with