Do You Wanna Roll? Lyrics

Do You Wanna Roll? lyrics

[Snoop Dogg]

 It's somethin about the West Coast

 that makes me think of the East

 Eastside! Eastside!

 its somethin about the West Coast

 that makes me think of the East

 HELP ME SING IT!

 

 [Chorus: R.L.]

 Do ya wanna roll, in my six fo'?

 Let's have some fun baby, let's have some fun

 Oh we'll get low (we'll get low) and dats for sho'!

 and hop on dubs baby and have some fun, now check us out!

 

 [Verse One: R.L.]

 From when I met you at the roller rink

 Cotton candy with your shiesty drink

 Braced with caress that were white and pink

 All the kissing we did, was on the cheek

 Remember, like yesterday

 We'd hop on our bikes and just ride away

 Knew you'd be mine some how, some day

 And I'ma say I do

 

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 [Verse Two: Snoop Dogg]

 Three, bottles of Moe', doe, models fa sho'

 We havin a good time avoidin one time

 Layin in the sunshine its all gravy!

 Dipped it, hit a switch, what's crackin' baby?

 Ride with me slide with a double-oh, sip on this moe'moe

 Get your bubble on, bring your girlfriends

 All y'all can come along

 Cause we'll be doin this all summer long

 In the Cadillac beatin' up some Battlecat

 Dogg youse a fool baby lemme handle that

 Oh you don't drink so you don't think

 You ain't gon' win you don't speak, you ain't no freak

 cause I can turn you, learn you and burn you up

 Gimme the cup sit down and shut up!

 I be damned we done run outta Mo' again

 Here we, here we go again!

 

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 [Verse Three: R.L.]

 I gotta Chevrolet, white walls and them

 Twenty inch thangs in the coupe with Snoop

 Gettin juiced orange juice top down

 And feel the sun rays feelin kinda good right know

 Right around my hood right now

 Lookin for somethin to do like a barbecue

 It's too hot to be in the house

 A little bit of music and a couple of babes

 A little bit of drank and a game of spades

 Take your kids to your mama's house

 Sure know what I'm talkin bout, it's about to go down!

 

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 [Verse Four: Lil' Kim]

 Aight aight, I admit I'm type picky

 Take trips to Cali, strictly for the sticky

 I'ma get get it crunk anywhere I go

 why you smooth haters actin' like y'all don't know

 From barbecue's to barmitzvah's

 O.G.'s crack the O.E. while they listen to me

 Cris' on the table, chronic in the air

 Come on pass that shit like that's that shit

 We doin Battlecat pump this in the Sony

 The Bee showin love to the westside homies

 Give you somethin you can feel, real recognize the real...

 Cause it's, cause it's somethin bout the East Coast

 that makes us wanna squeeze mo'

 For those that don't think that we ride

 We gon' show you how we do the damn thing

 We gon' show you how we do

 

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