Lyrics Smooth Sailin' - Roscoe
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
pa
pa
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
Ba
da
pa
pa
paaaa
Badia
badia
badia-ia-ia-ia-ia
Bad
a
pa
pa
paaaaa
Now
I'm
so
high
and
I'm
so
fly
My
kids
on
deck
my
beard
ain't
growed
yet
I'm
so
on
point
I'm
so
on
one
This
is
how
we
do
it
here
in
Philaphornia
'Sco
mack
toe
back
The
one
y'all
love
to
blow
back
I
got
five
fingers
it
ain't
no
riddle
Why
the
only
one
showin
is
the
one
in
the
middle
Hey
diddle
diddle,
the
cat
and
the
dog
Going
at
it
over
kibble
out
in
the
back
yard
I
drink
Yak
hard
y'all
act
hard
Now
I
gotta
cut
ya
up
like
a
MAC
card
Everybody
packin
a
strap
to
spark
But
don't
everybody
want
to
scrap
this
ball
I'm
old
school
wit
it,
no
tool
wit
it
Head
up
till
we
fed
up
that's
hard
Smooth
sailin'
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
pa
pa
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
I
got
the
ladies
sayin
Ba
da
pa
pa
paaaa
Hell
I
even
got
my
momma
singing
Badia-She
sayin
Badia-
yeah
Badia-ia-ia-ia-ia
Big
Sco
singin-
Ba
da
pa
pa
paaaa
My
big
bro
singing
You
know
you
got
me
movin
I
know
you
feel
my
music
I
show
my
G
influence
All
I
do
is
spit
fluid
I'm
rollin
dippin
smashin
I
am
throwin
Young
Assassin
I
am
growin
up
real
fast
and
All
I
know
is
flow
and
rappin
They
call
me
Young
Roscoe,
the
Philly
Fanatic
Silly
sporadic
dippin
in
traffic
grippin
the
matic
Sharp
as
a
guillotine
still
a
teen
The
California
sun
just
beamin
as
I
lean
Pull
out
my
cigarettes
fiendin
for
nicotine
Straight
off
the
Philly
scene
made
for
the
silver
screen
In
a
beamer
foot
on
the
gasoline
Tell
me
I
ain't
the
flyest
MC
You
seen
And
its
all
Smooth
sailin'
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
pa
pa
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
I
got
the
homies
singin
Ba
da
pa
pa
paaaa
Hell
I
even
got
my
papa
singin
Badia-He
sayin
Badia-
yeah
Badia-ia-ia-ia-ia
I
got
the
world
singin-
Ba
da
pa
pa
paaaa
I
got
ya
girl
singin
Y-A
high
blazed
step
to
us
you
get
five
fades
I
got
four
homies
ain't
none
of
'em
simple
Sco-dizzle
known
to
make
the
microphone
sizzle
So
many
women
after
the
mack
I'ma
just
pick
one
(sup)
and
smash
in
my
mama
'lac
Accurate
immaculate
bachelor
cake
smasher
Def
Jeff
let
me
borrow
the
keys
the
break
masters
Young
and
I'm
buck
wild
labeled
as
a
love-child
Runnin
'em
up
wild
laying
hella
cuts
down
I
get
the
club
shut
down
with
this
thug
style
I
puff
clouds
and
touch
crowds,
what
now?
Sick
rhymes
strychnine
runnin
through
my
bloodline
Pedal
to
the
metal
with
one
time
behind
me
My
heads
spinnin
like
a
windmill
Rollin
down
the
101
countin
dead
bugs
on
my
windshield
Smooth
sailin'
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
pa
pa
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
I
got
the
people
singin
Ba
da
pa
pa
paaaa
Hell
I
even
got
my
sister
singin
Badia-She
singin
Badia-
yeah
Badia-ia-ia-ia-ia
Big
'Sco
singin-
Ba
da
pa
pa
paaaa
My
big
bro
singin
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
pa
pa
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
Ba
da
pa
pa
paaaa
Badia
badia
badia-ia-ia-ia-ia
Bad
a
pa
pa
paaaaa
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
pa
pa
Ba
da
pa
pa
pa
Ba
da
pa
pa
paaaa
Badia
badia
badia-ia-ia-ia-ia
Bad
a
pa
pa
paaaaa
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1 5 Seconds
2 Head To Toe
3 It's That Time Again
4 Get Ready
5 Smooth Sailin'
6 Trouble
7 Shakedown
8 Get Flipped
9 Last Night
10 Young Roscoe
11 What I Look Like
12 Get Low
13 Bonus Track 1
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