Jordan Montell Gotta Get My Roll On Lyrics

Gotta Get My Roll On Lyrics

[Intro-lude]

 Can you ball Montell?

 You got game?

 (Yeah, I got game!)

 Okay buddy

 (Okay)

 I know he ain't got no game

 

 [Intro]

 From the westside to the eastside

 From the northside to the southside

 I got good dues if you like the rules

 I said I got good dues

 Oh oh ohh, oh yeah

 Oh yeah

 

 The sun comes up in my neighborhood

 I scratch my nuts, and man it sure feels good

 I'm leanin' in the corner like I'm barely alive

 'Cause I remember a time when I didn't have a ride

 Always in the passenger seat

 And always next to last when the honeys, we would meet

 But now that things have changed, slightly re-arranged

 I must admit, it's kinda strange

 To be walkin' down the 'Shaw with my big black boots

 And my happy Nappy wear, and my Karl Kani suits

 I got a big truck, it's parked up the block, and

 I see ya ladies jockin', yeah, you're takin' stock

 Now that I have your attention, did I mention

 I got back in LA, uh, it's in my CD player

 The days of ol' when I used to get my stroll on

 Are now long gone, 'cause...

 

 1 - I gotta get my roll on

 I've got to get mine

 Don't you know it's time

 I gotta get my roll on

 

 Repeat 1

 

 Now check it

 I'm sitting in my ride

 And all the honeys all look inside

 And see what's going on

 'Cause a brotha got a telephone

 They roll up slow, but they have to squint

 'Cause my windows have a real dark tint

 To keep these hoochies steady starin'

 Tryin' to see what a nigga is wearin'

 My license plate says "swing"

 And you know they're thinkin' crazy things

 About chandeliers and ice cream bars

 And sick sick brothas, and the big black cars

 But hold on tight my dear

 'Cause Monty got speakers out to here

 I'll have you shakin' your head like you're losin' control

 Because I gotta, I gotta, I gotta (roll)

 

 Repeat 1

 Repeat 1

 

 I'm at Sharwin King, I checks my rear-view mirror

 A nigga like Monty needs to see a little clearer

 Then I hear a honey honkin' at my Rover

 She says "pull over" so I pull over

 Out jumps my ride and I go to the curb

 My ? to her, I attemps to serve

 She say she likes me, she's jockin' my crew

 So tell me what the hell am I supposed to do

 She's givin' me love, she's givin' me love

 So I write my phone number on a dub

 Then I pass it through the window

 It's back inside

 All of my niggas like to ride, yeah

 I might make her my girl

 'Cause she says she wants to take me 

 To the top of the world

 But I don't know, I think she better hold on

 'Cause a brotha like Monty has got to get his roll on

 

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 Repeat 1

 

 O.G. gotta get his roll on

 Paul Stewart gotta get his roll on

 If I'm talkin' to your girl, you better hold on

 You know I gotta get my roll on

 P.M. gotta get they roll on

 My brother ?Mark? gotta get his roll on

 Now ? has gotta get his roll on

 You know I gotta get my roll on

 B-Low gotta get his roll on

 T.M. gotta get his roll on

 If I'm thinkin' ways to get my swole on

 You know I gotta get my roll on

 

 I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine

 (Don't you know that I gotta get my roll on)

 Said I gotta get mine, gotta get mine

 (Gotta get my roll on)

 Russel Simmons gotta get his roll on

 Dior gotta get his roll on

 Def Jam has gotta get their roll on

 Power Moves gotta get your roll on

 And Monty gotta get his roll on

 

 [Outro-lude]

 You know why I can tell Montell?

 'Cause you don't walk like a ball player

 You walk just like "Yay, I'm happy!"

 You know? 

 But I know he can sing though

 The album, the boy's album is nice