Can I Roll Wit U Songtext
von South Central Cartel

[ Rhimeson ]
Can I roll with you?
[ Prode′je ]
Nigga, what can I do?
When I still seem
To day-dream and fiend for green
Cause one plus two, broke muthafuckas, don't equals naythin
In a buck-fortyfive′s what I'm waitin
[ Rhimeson ]
So now it's time for me to grab the strap
And put you in a sleeper eternally
That′s what my psychic′s tellin me
So now I'm ridin to the sun, and I Know it ain′t shit for me to lose...
[ Prode'je ] ...So I
Asked the big homie to put it down for me
When I was down you been around for me
Give me nine ounces, and count this stackola
That I can rack for ya
[ Rhimeson ]
For sho′, yo ride, as I slide to Kansas City
Not lookin for hoes that shake no titties
But to drop off ki's and collect my g′s
My fees for this job is three g's
[ Prode'je ]
Let′s see if I can get it crackin for me

[ Prode′je ]
Can I roll with you?
[ Rhimeson ]
Nigga, what can I do
For you, now that it's really on and poppin?


[ Prode′je ]
Went to the city and my big homies is?
With my 3 g's, can I get it crackin for me?
I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes
So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights
[ Rhimeson ]
Turn to your skull where your brains was
Game recognize game, can you dig it?
I did it, stackin to see what′s happenin
Loop - there it is, I'm handlin my biz
[ Prode′je ]
With this I'm buyin powdered shit
So I can rock it up and make it whoop, the loot
Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie
This whooped-up lley gon' freeze they brains like slurpies
[ Rhimeson ]
But I′m tryin to kick back, relax and stack a meal ticket
Motivation is good preparation, so I rolls with it
(In a ′86 coupe) in a '85 cutlass
2 O.G.′s on fo' d′s, and we're comin

[ Rhimeson ]
Nigga, what′s happenin?
Shall we get to scrappin or cappin?
A king-size .44 magnum to tag em
[ Prode'je ]
Well, I guess we'll get into some gangster shit
I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch
[ Rhimeson ]
And I′m checkin eyes, so you best to recognize
When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon′ die
[ Prode'je ]
Right, you muthafuckas want to see the gangstas
I′m comin from the squad, I ain't no peace treaty banger
[ Young Prod ]
I was born in the hood and raised, I stayed in the hood, that′s real
>From emptyin my clip, from dumpin on niggas, I'm pistol-whippin your grill
But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card
I′m rollin a fo' do', Eagle out the window, dumpin on y′all
[ Rhimeson ]
And all I did was struggle for my land
And I′m too much of a gee to die by another man
[ Prode'je ]
And understand you gotta bury me, you won′t worry me
With your playa-hater strategy, for my enemy