Rock N' Roll (Remix)

[Pharrell Williams]

Hmmm yess sirrrrr..

[Verse 1 - Fam-Lay]

Rock and roll and roll and rock

I got 10's, got 20's, got fifty blocks

I got smoke in back, coke for sale

So much coke got coke in jail

In the white Rolls Royce wit my man Pharrell

This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale

But I'm a take it back to the early 80's

Where my couzin Stacey had the pearl Mecerdes

My aunt-couzin Wamp had the black on black

Ac' Coupe Legend wit the gold in the back

I was just a lil' youngin running wild as hell

Running 'round wild trying to get that mail

Lil' shorty whose trying to learn the rules

I was twelve years old brought the tool to school

Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit

You ain't from the hood y'all don't know bout this

[Hook - Fam-Lay & (Pharrell)]

But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Trak)

Try to set up shop get clothed up (Star Trak)

Hey I'm the Candy Man I got more than frozen cups

I got ya chopped, tossed, sour, diesel roll ups

(Fam!) We could roll up (Star Trak)

(Fam!) Don't try to roll up (Star Trak)

Don't make me pull these motherfucking fo's up

Cause it's like that!

[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]

Uh! Well here's a little story I'd like to tell

About a H-Town Pimp and I ain't got his mail

It started way back in 1999

When I got my first dime and I started to grind

Now we can Rock N' Roll, I got a roll of rocks

And when you hear {*sirens*} there go the cops

When the block get hot, homie we gon chill

And bid like 22 mill, we could plan a deal

My light too real for me to act like you

I'm playing wit too much paper to put slacks like you

You could call me Betty Crocker cause I'm baking them cakes

And when I cross the interstate, I'm switching up plates

I'm watching the Feds, they're watching my moves

I'm paying my dues, I'm spraying my tools

We never play by the rules

You might hate to lose if you play wit us

You ain't heard? Me and my homies keep them K's wit us

You'll stop - drop, roll, we'll shoot ya in the head

And when I'm chasing my bread, I'm shaking the Feds

And I'm - packing my lead, y'all ain't ready for me

The only time you saw a Bird was on Sesame Street

I got street birds, and I keep 'em in my pouch

Play wit my money and I turn into Oscar the Grouch!

[Hook]

[Bridge - Kelis]

Aww shit, this is part when the fight just start

When the fists get to swinging and the .45th spark

And then the bitches get to running and the bitch just scream and

We speed off in the Rolls and it's so damn clean

[Verse 3 - Fam-Lay]

I stand on my block, the gamblest spot

My hands in my pocket both hammers is cocked

Waiting for a nigga to just act up

My right hand big six got my big back up

Lookers lookin all jealous lookin mad as hell

Acting like little girls like tattle tales

Mad cause my right hand bad as hell

I woulda kept shooting but I had to sell

See I'm a Crime Boss 365

Lookin for a nina raw, she just to ride

Picked up my cash and slide off sweet

Nigga tried to snatch ass knocked his heart off beat

Nigga talked trash like the shit all sweet

Won't ya all take the cash dog, not off me

Hustlers in my veins, you cannot stop it

Walking on the block wit life in my pocket

I'm tryin' to sco' and get this shit off quick

You ain't from the ghetto y'all don't know bout this

[Hook]

[Bridge]