Roll With Me Lyrics

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 nigga 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 ass girls (shake that
ass)

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 niggaz 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 passion

Get up on some pads
Gwen, my chick get her ass 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