paroles de chanson Roll That Shit - Kidd Kidd , 50 Cent
[Intro:]
"I
really
hate
havin
to
resort
To
knockin
elderly
people
in
the
head
for
they
money!
But
I'll
do
it!
I'll
do
it!
Yea,
you
know
I'll
do
it
I'll
do
it,
I'll
do
it
Yea,
you
know
I'll
do
it
I
like
gettin
high,
mm-uh-uh"
{"SMS,
Audio"}
[Chorus:
50
Cent
(Kidd
Kidd)]
I'll
roll
the
shit,
I'll
smoke
the
shit
(Nigga
I'm
high
as
a
muh'fucker)
I'll
roll
the
shit,
I'll
smoke
the
shit
{"The
Letter
C"}
(Ain't
nann
nigga
'bout
to
come
tell
me
nothin)
I'll
roll
the
shit,
I'll
smoke
the
shit
(I'll
make
yo'
bitch
come
smoke
with
me)
I'll
roll
the
shit
- I'll
roll
the
shit
(That's
why
yo'
bitch
wan'
roll
with
me,
huh!)
My
Bentley
Coupe
ain't
got
no
top
It's
hot,
I'm
checkin
my
AP
If
I
shout
let's
roll,
then
bitch
you
wan'
roll
Nigga
you
must
be
crazy
I'll
roll
the
shit,
I'll
smoke
the
shit...
I'll
roll
the
shit
- I'll
smoke
the
shit...
[50
Cent:]
Hey
Slim,
hey
Shady
look
what
you
done
did
Made
a
Southside
nigga
get
a
pocket
full
of
bread
Got
that
Bentley
Mulsanne
to
match
that
boat
Beige
leather
seats
in
it,
they
match
that
dope
Kush
smoke
same
color
to
match
that
coat
I'm
chin-chillin;
Mo'
spillin
Dom
poppin,
party
rockin
My
beat
knockin,
your
bitch
watchin
My
feds
clockin
my
shit
Blew
a
grand
apiece
on
all
of
my
kicks
Get
your
ass
whipped
you
step
on
my
shit
Nigga
you
blink
I'm
all
in
yo'
bitch
Put
her
in
the
club,
teach
her
to
turn
trick
Jack'll
be
nimble,
Jack'll
cum
quick
This
pimp
shit,
break
the
paper
off
bitch
That
shit
fake,
Audemars
don't
tick
Them
ain't
diamonds,
what
is
this
shit?
I'm
confused,
this
bill
don't
go
and
pick
I'm
a
match
that
deal
with
my
hat
They
said
I
fell
off,
I
snapped
right
back
Nigga
my
money
can't
fit
in
no
safe
Got
a
mil'
for
e'ry
lil'
bump
on
yo'
face
Tryin
to
count
mine,
I'm
walkin
up
in
the
vault
Better
have
a
pound
if
you
niggaz
wan'
smoke
[Chorus]
[Kidd
Kidd
(50
Cent):]
HUH!
50
Cent,
look
what
you
done
did
Took
a
Ninth
Ward
nigga
from
the
hood
made
him
big
Now
every
hoe
want
a
kid
from
the
Kidd
Kidd
They
tripped,
slipped
and
fell
on
my
dick
Give
me
brain
like
I
ain't
got
no
sense
I
got
change,
dollars
and
lil'
cents
I
got
rich,
they
ain't
seen
me
since
Now
it's
all
startin
to
make
sense
I
pull
up
in
that
brand
new
Benz
All
of
a
sudden
I
got
brand
new
friends
Brand
new
chopper,
bitch
go
blakka
BRRRRRT,
like
I
just
broke
wind
(I
roll
the
shit,
I
smoke
the
shit)
I
forgot
she
was
in
my
bed
(I
roll
the
shit
- I
smoke
the
shit)
Damn!
I
blew
through
all
my
bread
That
Lambo
ain't
got
no
top
Man
I'm
hotter
than
stove
top
Rider
Gang,
we
on
top
And
we
havin
a
smoke-out
Eyes
low
but
I'm
so
high
Don't
ask
me,
I
don't
know
why
I'll
roll
the
shit
and
I'll
smoke
the
shit
If
I
don't
pass
the
shit
don't
task
for
shit,
HUH!
[Chorus]
Album
5 (Murder by Numbers)
1 Can I Speak to You
2 Be My Bitch
3 Definition of Sexy
4 Money
5 Turn the Lights On
6 Roll That Shit
7 Business Mind
8 United Nations
9 NY
10 My Crown
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