Roll With Me

Lyrics

[P. Diddy]  
Yeah,  
Yeah  
  
[Eightball]  
Yeah, yeah  
This big 'Ball man, P. Diddy and MJG  
We raw man (we raw) if pimp was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon)  
Got game for days, better keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me  
I likes to play (I likes to play)  
Drop the top and feel the summer breeze (let's go)  
I know you can get with that, flipping through the city  
Bright lights and all my G's is out here rolling wit me (c'mon)  
Big trucks, or four deep in a old school  
Looking for the hoes, at a club - full of drunk fools  
(What what what?) Who want to get it krunk non-stop  
(Who you with? Who you with?) Yo chill fo' them guns pop  
Official player anthem, say what you drinking shorty?  
Pop that Henn roll something let's get this party started  
I roll with Bad Boys (Bad Boy) we like them bad girls (bad girls)  
Them fast girls, them love to shake that ass girls (shake that ass)  
Get with me, let's get a suite, order something to eat  
Tell me things about you (c'mon) and I'll tell you things about me  
(Let's go)  
  
[Chorus: Faith Evans]  
Sure enough riding, won't you come roll with me  
Come on, roll with me  
We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze  
We can feel the breeze  
Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down  
We ain't never coming down  
Repping N-why-see and Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down..  
  
[P. Diddy]  
(Uh-huh, yeah yeah)  
Yeah, uhh  
Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out)  
Let's try to put these city lights out (lights out)  
Just flow with me (flow with me)  
It's Diddy with some niggas that why y'all know with me  
(Who?) Eightball and MJG (that's right)  
We got it man (c'mon) from Harlem to Tennessee  
Let's roll through 'em, how I call it is how I see it (that's right)  
Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real  
with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill  
Yes it's on again (c'mon) to a place near you  
I'm looking out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah)  
Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight (c'mon)  
That's all day and night, these shoes fit me right  
Just bending corners, know just where you can find  
me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo' mind  
What you know good (you know good)  
It's your world and I'm just in it (what?)  
It's just the way that God must have meant it  
Speak of the man  
  
[Chorus]  
  
[MJG]  
Pimp tight! M-J-G  
Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion  
Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in  
For the track, make my money  
Bring it on back to the middle of the floor  
I want the whole stack  
Plus I, need a little more, I gotta eat a little mo'  
My seed gotta grow  
I got a reason to flow, a reason to show  
What I mean is I go  
off like a champ, when I cling to the floor  
My Twinkies shine when I hit the strip, 'llac dipping  
Strictly pimping, as long as tricks invest in women  
From the Memphis Tenn., to the N-why-see I'm representing  
I put mo' spice into yo' life than yo' entire kitchen  
Big dicking, choking hoes with anaconda  
If my pimping was a drink it'd be a can of Thunder  
I slang lumber, a spell I keep my women under  
Through all seasons, they fall winter spring and summer  
I hit the highway smoked out pistol gripping  
But I ain't tripping though I'm high as hell, spaceship'n  
  
[Chorus: x2]