Roll Up

[Verse 1: Problem] Compton, California It's well known, I get it crackin', though I already run my town, it's time to take it national Real is all I ever speak, every quote is factual Lick between my girly's legs She's 'bout to cum, she grab my 'fro Serving balls like McEnroe - cheese, I need no macaro' Play me like a Fruity Pop, goons I'll pop that cantaloupe When OT I go OD - it's two things that I'm gon' need: A pack of bougie ghetto bitches and a pound of fire weed That'll have me adios, gang of boos, Apollo show Fuck 'em like I love 'em then I dip back to the barrio Money spinning like a wheel, it's cool cause every day I earn No one's higher, forest fire, check all the tree I burn Chachi Mr. Maserati, J full of that kamikaze Pop your hottie off a molly while cheesin' for paparazzi Never sloppy, always cool you-you the type that always lose Always makin' money songs when yours as short as interludes Ask your ho, I've been the dude b-bend the truth, never fake Never hate - used to have to bend the rules to get my cake Now I don't, now I'm straight - but my bitches ain't, though Every day's a celebration - Diamond Lane, it's Separation [Chorus: Problem] I'm just ridin' 'round with my niggas smokin' weed Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I'm smokin' weed Handlin' most my business while I'm smokin' weed Only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me So roll up... (roll up, roll up...) Go 'head, bro, roll up... (roll up) Bitch, you wanna smoke, you'd better roll up (Roll up, roll up...) Go 'head and roll up... (roll up) Or get the fuck from 'round me, pussy! [Verse 2: T.I.] I got an O of bubble kush, finna roll that shit Dirty Sprite, 2 litre, I'ma po'that shit Got a bad bitch with me with a bad bitch with her They back that ass, I throw that D Not bullshit, and I'm dead seer All I wanna do is get bread here Took her back to the condo, I didn't wan' fuck her No sir, all I do is get head here Hydro smoke all in the air Ten bad bitches, big derrieres Pretty toes, pretty titties, known millionaire The Louis duffel, I can fit about ten in there And what the fuck I care about if I offend a square? Up your ass, shove your opinion there Nigga, you lookin' at a self-made millionaire Lil' nigga, but I walk like a grizzly bear Okay, don't get it fucked up, we with this shit What you rap 'bout, we did the shit Remember standing in the trap, I had 50 nicks Six months, came up, I had 50 bricks 100K looked like a meal ticket back in the day Look at me know, I could double, triple that in a day And that ain't some shit a nigga just happen to say Literally, I'm tryna let you know what happened today G4 touch down, Bentley pull 'round Hopped in the back seat, her head went down While I roll one up, double my cup Pour up drink 'til I throw up Everybody know I don't give no fuck I'm rich, you don't like me? So what? I'm drop-top riding, my Westside up Hustle Gang in this bitch, nigga, get with us [Chorus: Problem] I'm just ridin' 'round with my niggas smokin' weed Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I'm smokin' weed Handlin' most my business while I'm smokin' weed Only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me So roll up... (roll up, roll up...) Go 'head, bro, roll up... (roll up) Bitch, you wanna smoke, you'd better roll up (Roll up, roll up...) Go 'head and roll up... (roll up) Or get the fuck from 'round me, pussy! [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] A lot of y'all got Snoopy Dogg on y'all bucket list You wanna smoke a bleeze? You wanna bust a flig? I've got no problem with it - my nigs, just make it quick I'm tryna lay low, hey ho, as I stay low in your bitch She couldn't roll a blunt 'til I taught the ho and now she's a pro Easy though to freeze a ho, pleasable and feasible Scary thing, that Mary Jane Gon' do her thing no matter what Get gat 'em up, tizatted up - it's bad enough, next batter up Dreaded up, breaded up - connect the dots, set it up We blow 'til you can't get enough Like "give that up," don't give a fuck Rules I bend 'em, hoes I break 'em Take they mind and in time reshape 'em Once I got 'em, shoot 'em, shot 'em Now the bitch is my new assistant Lookin' good, steady twistin' Exercise to maximize Minimize my bottom, Problem Let me tell you what I'm gon' do Diamond Lane, comin' through Sell a pound, maybe two In the red, in the blue Smokin' green like "what it do?" [Chorus: Problem] I'm just ridin' 'round with my niggas smokin' weed Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I'm smokin' weed Handlin' most my business while I'm smokin' weed Only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me So roll up... (roll up, roll up...) Go 'head, bro, roll up... (roll up) Bitch, you wanna smoke, you'd better roll up (Roll up, roll up...) Go 'head and roll up... (roll up) Or get the fuck from 'round me, pussy!