can i roll wit U

Can I roll with you?
[Prodeje]
*****, what can I do?
When I still seem
To day-dream and fiend for green
Cause one plus two, broke , dont equals naythin
In a buck-fortyfives what Im waitin
[Rhimeson]
So now its time for me to grab the strap
And put you in a sleeper eternally
Thats what my psychics tellin me
So now Im ridin to the sun, and I
Know it aint **** for me to lose...
[Prodeje] ...So I
Asked the big homie to put it down for me
When I was down you been around for me
Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola
That I can rack for ya
[Rhimeson]
For sho, yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City
Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties
But to drop off kis and collect my gs
My fees for this job is three gs
[Prodeje]
Lets see if I can get it crackin for me
[Prodeje]
Can I roll with you?
[Rhimeson]
*****, what can I do
For you, now that its really on and poppin?
[Prodeje]
Went to the city and my big homies is ???
With my 3 gs, can I get it crackin for me?
I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes
So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights
[Rhimeson]
Turn to your skull where your brains was
Game recognize game, can you dig it?
I did it, stackin to see whats happenin
Loop - there it is, Im handlin my biz
[Prodeje]
With this Im buyin powdered *** *
So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot
Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie
This whooped-up lley gon freeze they brains like slurpies
[Rhimeson]
But Im tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket
Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it
(In a 86 coupe) in a 85 cutlass
2 O.G.s on fo ds, and were comin
[Rhimeson]
* ****, whats happenin?
Shall we get to scrappin or cappin?
A king-size .44 magnum to tag em
[Prodeje]
Well, I guess well get into some gangster ****
I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your *****
[Rhimeson]
And Im checkin eyes, so you best to recognize
When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon die
[Prodeje]
Right, you wanna see the gangstas
Im comin from the squad, I aint no peace treaty banger
[Young Prod]
I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, thats real
From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on ******, Im pistol-whippin your grill
But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card
Im rollin a fo do, Eagle out the window, dumpin on yall
[Rhimeson]
And all I did was struggle for my land
And Im too much of a gee to die by another man
[Prodeje]
And understand you gotta bury me, you wont worry me
With your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy