Текст песни 5 Seconds - Roscoe
You
niggaz
just
don't
get
it,
do
you?
Young
Roscoe,
the
sodo
YA,
Dogg
Poung,
Kurupt,
Young
Gotti
Yeah,
started
November
23rd,
1972
an'
83
Put
me
on
lockdown
an'
sneak
out
back
An'
when
the
cameras
ain't
rollin',
I
sneak
a
sack
Let's
make
one
thing
clear,
this
ain't
no
democracy
Not
while
you
listenin'
to
my
CD
You
see
right
now,
ain't
no
other
rappers
hot
but
me
Oh,
yeah,
Pac
an'
B.I.G.,
R.I.P.
But
if
you
ain't
feelin'
the
same
way,
press
'Eject'
I'll
even
give
you
5 seconds
Yeah,
Tabasco,
yeah
The
wait
is
finally
done
with,
the
time
is
now
YA,
like
who
want
it,
we
in
it
to
run
it
The
album's
done,
nigga,
Volume
1,
nigga
Tabasco
sauce
all
over
the
track
That
nigga,
Roscoe'll
boss
all
over
the
track
He
make
the
'Girls
All
Pause',
yeah,
they
open
to
that
Now
who
you
know
the
flow
talkin'
about
approachin'
a
mac?
Without
a
stack
of
doe
with
some
dodo
to
roll
fat
I'm
a
top
notch
nigga,
hand
an'
cotch
trippa
Cut
your
arm
off
to
get
to
the
watch
quicka
Not
tryin'
to
do
it
all,
can't
see
Juvy
Hall
Too
many
booty
calls,
my
nigga,
duty
calls
I'm
used
to
ditchin'
classes,
roamin'
through
the
halls
I
roam
with
the
Young
Assasins,
that's
where
I
belong
Put
me
on
lockdown
an'
sneak
out
back
An'
when
the
cameras
ain't
rollin',
I
sneak
a
sack
Let's
make
one
thing
clear,
this
ain't
no
democracy
Not
while
you
listenin'
to
my
CD
You
see
right
now,
ain't
no
other
rappers
hot
but
me
Oh,
yeah,
Pac
an'
B.I.G.,
R.I.P.
But
if
you
ain't
feelin'
the
same
way,
press
'Eject'
I'll
even
give
you
5 seconds
These
young
niggaroes
comin'
with
sicka
flows
Hit
you
with
the
Figure
4,
Rock
Bottom
Me
an'
my
dogs
gettin'
paper'd
up
Rippin'
'em
up
after
sherds
an'
YA
it
up
from
top
to
bottom
Rocks?
Yeah,
we
got
that
but
we
don't
wear
'em
What
about
glocks?
Yeah,
we
got
those
but
we
don't
carry
Well,
what
about
plots?
Fo'
sho'
we
got
those
but
we
don't
ever
share
'em
We
bury
'em
in
the
back
of
our
mind
until
it's
time
to
smash
Only
in
it
temporary
for
cash
An'
stearin'
clear
from
the
phonies
'coz
they
scary
to
blast
But
where
were
the
mass
murderin',
Young
Assassins
murderin'
tracks
To
linguish
an'
we
all
know
how
to
act
It's
YA
'til
we
die,
do
or
die,
homicide
When
we
rob,
when
we
ride,
nigga,
side
We
oblide
by
the
rules,
ride
by
the
fools
Throwin'
up
my
squad,
holdin'
up
high
for
the
crew
You
know
how
we
do
Yeah,
it's
plain,
simple,
I
got
a
plan
Go,
get
this
money
an'
shake
I'm
breakin'
'em
off
like
the
umbilical
cord
Takin'
'em
off
the
billboard,
chargin'
through
at
full
force
An'
first
to
walk
in,
torch
'em
hot
to
death
Ready
to
scorch
'em,
I'll
leave
'em
all
stiff
like
starch
I
noticed
a
lotta
y'all
pups
like
to
bark
But
don't
never
hit
the
fence
at
night
when
it
gets
dark
You
better
hope
the
Pitbulls
never
get
loose
'Coz
best
believe,
we
comin'
to
get
you
Shitzus
I'm
scopin'
so
many
sheep
in
wolves
clothin',
it's
pitiful
Analyze
the
situation,
hypocritical
Cynical
criminals,
indespicable
individuals
Supplyin'
the
heat,
rocks
bumpin'
through
yo'
digital
Whenever
you
dippin'
through
the
ghetto
Whippin'
the
'62
Chevy,
blowin'
heavy,
goin'
70
With
one
hand
on
the
steerin'
wheel
Tryin'
to
hold
it
steady,
hittin'
the
switch
'Coz
only
Dogg
Pound
Gangstas
could
spit
it
like
this
An'
that's
on
the
intro,
so
big,
so
big
![Roscoe - Young Roscoe Philaphornia](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/q/4/d/8/4kft1y8d4q.jpg)
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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