We Roll

[Sample Intro]

Let's bring 'em all, ladies and gentlemen! (Gentlemen, gentlemen)

[Intro: Jim Jones]

Uh

Dipset

ByrdGang, nigga

We back (yes, we are)

You know who it is, Jones (Ay, Pete Rock, holla at me)

Capo Status, one hour nigga (Money making)

We gon' take you on a cruise (where we going?)

Like we usually do (Ryder music), that Ryder music, nigga (uh-huh)

Smell me? (I hear you)

Sundays is my day, uh (Let's do it)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

Well-established, it's known as Ferrari day (Ride out)

Roof missing, background bumping Marvin Gaye

Stay fly, hoppin' out on my Harlem ways

Poppin' shit like, nigga, that's what you call a day (Flossin!)

We on the corners while we bottle sippin' (Fifteen!)

Everybody puffin' weed while we politicking (212, nigga)

Like fuck police, they hop out, we dipping (SQUALIE!)

In the midst of the pumpers where they bowel flipping (watch that)

Nobody wanna go to Rikers Isl' system (fuck that!)

So the trash is where we keep the .40 cals hitting (bust them 40s)

Double park with my hazard light blinking

Looked at my [?], spent half a night drinking

It's like déjà vu, spent half my life drinking (All my life)

And I remember we was flying to the [?]

And after that, skate to the key

And now we work about an eighth of a key

Nigga sixteen, make a lil cheese

Harlem shit, nigga, won't you take a trip with me, fucker (Do it)

[Chorus: Max B]

We stop the party

We cop the rocks

And we drop the tops

And we roll

We work lots of stock

We squirt pop a shot

We put pop a squat

And we go

We stop the party

We cop the rocks

And we drop the tops

And we roll

We work lots of stock

We squirt pop a shot

We put pop a squat

And we go

[Verse 2: Max B]

We spliffy

Sold leaf to Mitch Green in order to get cream

Max don't talk, Max let the fif' steam

Coupe Houdini blue with the 6 green

Loop routines you do from the MP'

Oops, you see me doin' with the Fendi

Oops, you seen me move, don't defend me (Nope)

Don't reach, you might not get ya hand back

I'm 'bout to put a clip in this nigga, better stand back

Diesel wanted Pan Am, coke on the Amtrak

Regal or the Grand Am, smokin' your man back

I'm so rugged, so thuggish

Fuck it, slugs fly first class, take your guts for luggage

It gets more fatal

Hit ya Veek with the uz'

Watch your frame pop out of the sunroof like a cinnamon bagel

Uh!

[Chorus: Max B]

We stop the party

We cop the rocks

And we drop the tops

And we roll

We work lots of stock

We squirt pop a shot

We put pop a squat

And we go

We stop the party

We cop the rocks

And we drop the tops

And we roll

We work lots of stock

We squirt pop a shot

We put pop a squat

And we go

[Verse 3: Pete Rock]

"Where you been, Pete?"

I said I've been there, done that

You try to shoot at my tyres, I've got run flats

You can't buy out the block with just one stack

They want a round of applause, give 'em a gun clap (Brrrrattt! Brrrrattt!)

It's Pete Rock, shit ain't changed

Except for the quarter to 8, the '07 Range (Woo-whee!)

Slick talks, you can see them with strategy

You can't get no higher without physics of gravity

The game ain't changed, but only the players

Religion ain't changed, but only the prayers

I put one up for all my homies that left

I put one up for just taking a breath

We take a step back and look in the mirror, man

You can try without me, but it just won't feel the same

PR silencer, that's how Rock I still remain, yeah

[Chorus: Max B]

We stop the party

We cop the rocks

And we drop the tops

And we roll

We work lots of stock

We squirt pop a shot

We put pop a squat

And we go

We stop the party

We cop the rocks

And we drop the tops

And we roll

We work lots of stock

We squirt pop a shot

We put pop a squat

And we go

[Outro]

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