Big Tymers - Get Your Role On Lyrics
(Mannie Fresh):
Oooooooohhh................
What (Yeah), What (Yeah), What (Yeah)
Oooooooohhh.................
(Yeah) See....
(Mannie Fresh):
I fuck these ho\'s, af-ter our shows,
Big dicks we slang, freak bitch do yo\' thang, (Do yo\' thang)
Benz, \'Vette\'s, Hummers, jets, Ro-lex, Mo\' sex..
Tele-vision, head-rest, Twenty inches, nothin\' less..
Every day, iced out... Nigga play? Lights out...
"M" period, "Fresh" comma, your wife is my (era) baby mama.
God-damn, mutha-fucka\', She\'s a good dick sucker,
What the fuck? Hold on.. Everybody (era-era) get yo\' roll on!
Chorus:
Everybody get yo\' roll on...
Everybody get yo\' muthafuckin\' roll on.. (What?) (4x)
(Baby of Big Tymers):
Be-atrice, bitch please. You know, who I be.
Nothin\' else, none other, the number-one stunna.
Nigga, I pimp ho\'s.. Boss, toss, pimp, ho\'s.
Show them, bitches, no love... Ride 2G \'Lac on dubs.
Ounces, quarters, halves, bricks..
Nigga, I done sold all that shit...
Soon as, my tour stop.. Bought 5 Bentley Azure\'s, drops.
TV\'s, must, buttons, must, C.M.B., Platinum plus..
What the fuck? Hold on... Everybody get ya muthafuckin\' roll on..
Chorus (4x)
Mannie: I like loud pipes....
Baby: Big rims, ho\'s, ice...
M: V-12\'s or better....
B: No itch, strictly leather...
M: Play-station, DV-D....
B: Don\'t worry about ya bitch, she comin\' with me...
M: Leave the stickers on the Bentley to show the price..
B: Arm out my window, just to floss my ice...
B: Fresh, wait, hold up...
M: That\'s that bitch we fucked...
B: Nigga, what yo\' bank bout?
M: Dog, I been, lost count...
M: Pop that Cris\'....
B: Pop that Mo\'....
M: Slap that bitch....
B: Punch that ho....
M: What the fuck? Hold on...
B: Everybody get yo\' muthafuckin\' roll on...
Chorus (5x)
What?
What? What?
(Repeated to fade....)