Who Yall Rollin Wit Lyrics - Shawnna

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[intro: method man]
Uh... what's really good?
Yo yo yo..

[method man]
It's the unstoppable over come any obstacle
Ya'll know my flavor pack more punch than tropical
Any mission possible do what i gots to do
Labels gettin' butterfingers and next they droppin' you
You think you know but you have no idea
The diary of a meth man what's this i hear?
Somebody told ya'll steppin' in xxxx was good luck?
I got the hood stuck chh-chh now give the goods up
Ya'll done pushed up past the point of no return
It's meth's turn so roll that xxxx up and let's burn
I heard philly got the best 'scherm out in cali they got the best perms
Now that we know when will the rest learn?
Come on each one teach one hear no evil and i don't speak none
Everything cool until that heat come
Just call my name and i'll be there
Ya'll kids is slum like the jewelry in albi square

[chorus: streetlife (shawnna)]
We drinkin' henny til we flip poppin' bottles til we sick
All ya'll haters eat a dick (yeah uh)
Let's throw a party in this xxxxx all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya'll rollin' with (yeah)

[hook 2x: streetlife (method man)]
Method spits fire (fire!) the roof's on (fire!) my crew's on (fire!)

[streetlife]
M-e-t h-o-d..

[method man]
Man i'm in the house like foreclosures
Talk sober until some dog gets forced over
New york soldiers be at ease fall back
Never ever i'm the new era like ball caps
Kid whenever whoever whatever ya'll want it
Ya'll can have it the problem and answer i'm all that
While we at it let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage
Silly rabbit how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots
The product of a bad package like bishop don juan it's magic
How i break 'em like a bad habit hit tracks like it's target practice
Then let these darts take a stab at it
Niggaz ain't got it ain't never had it
I jam like l.a. traffic jellyroll behind the wheel
And the passenger seat behind the field
It's your boy physically fit mentally sick
Get dirty money told you honey i'm filthy rich

[chorus]

[hook 2x w/o "fire" the second time]

[interlude: method man]
Yeah ya'll niggaz don't know it's a game
Until it starts again let's do it haha!

[method man]
Six minutes method man you're on
If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright you're wrong
You can see me lightin' the bong while writin' the songs
That the crowd is either singin' to or fightin' along fightin' along
I'm try'nna tell you drugs is not your friends
And girlfriend don't try and front like you got your friend
I'm at the hotel motel holiday inn
And my chick's a man-eater she be swallowin' men
Aight live from new york it's saturday night
I got pipes that drain your confidence and battery light
Aight mami tight but she ain't really my type
If ya'll don't see me treat her right then she ain't really my wife
When i was young i was stayin' in school obeyin' rules
Play with my food what makes you think i'm playin' with you?
This is it ya'll better come on in the water's fine
Jump on in let's do it to 'em one more 'gain

[chorus]

[hook 2x]

[chorus]

[outro: method man]
Yeah ladies love big john studd
No doubt dick up in your mouth
We do this xxxx everyday i'm in the cut
With my main xxxx stain ray-ray gutter butt
And we holdin' it down for the whole staten island man
Nothin' else but staten island man
Ya'll stand up man stapleton the wild west park hill
Port richmond now born jungle nilz hah... peace!

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