be in here all night And when the love gets rolling It's no telling when I'll stop Filled to the brim, I'm gonna trim You down to the very last drop And
family first When friends turn to foes and the enemy's exposed That's when you gotta move on and kick dirt My wife and my seeds dependin' on me To make
-up and it's on We got them rides whatever you need Just step next door we fully equip with automatics Police detect us, let's roll, roll, roll And when
me Mr. Murda-Mo Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself [unverified] for fuckin' with the bone flow Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one and ya gotta roll And
Double-O, if you got it, better flaunt it I'm a drop the top and lock the locks And cock the Glock, it'll make you want it Come get it, and while you'
-up and its on We got them rides whatever you need My nigga just step next door We fully equip with automatics Police detect us, let's roll, roll, roll And
a night nigga check It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on And on and on, and on and on and on and on Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where
no time to slip Make one false move and it's a up north trip I got the powder, combine wit' the powder and water, it oughta Drop in a half and hour in
Im pinchin this o And that one get split and het broke into halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one This
in traffic Im pitchin this o That one get split and broke to halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one This o
roll, oh Pop, lock and drop it Pop, lock and drop it Pop, lock and drop it Pop, lock and drop it Pop, lock and drop it Pop, lock and drop it Pop, lock and
Yeahhh Macaroni greens and hamhocks, I am not on your planet like Dr. Spock, Rock To my own tune, Lil' Tune My stomach hurtin' My shit is dropping real soon Kill whom and
?" Man know what get them wraps and roll up I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin' You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
I can bump that Just show me where tha club and tha bump at And I'll have her sayin', "Please daddy, bump that" It's tha remix, it's tha remix B2K and
Roller Coaster Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop) Hold on, hold on PPP Def Squad, we lock shit down Hold on, hold on The Roller Coaster Malpractice
Sick when she rock shit, stop when block shit Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop shit Got 'em goin
, mind full of schemes, '95 until keep it real get the cream, (Yeah) It don't stop, What the fuck, Fuck around and get dropped, it don't stop, Know what
whole night Then you're pullin' up next to mine I'll lift the hood and look up under From the front end to the bumper Roll the window up and lock the