Rokkin’ Songtext
von Young Dolph feat. Tim Gates

You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now

Crushed ice, two cups
Shoutout to Texas, I′m still bangin' that screwed up
They call me exclusive, a.k.a. Mr. New Stuff
Nine ringing, got the whole city juiced up

I′m on my Uncle Snoop shit, rocking blue Chucks
I jump on the instrumental, and leave it bruised up
They say, "Life's a bitch, and it's too short"
I ran with my young bitch, bumpin′ Too $hort


Two-two iPhones, three prepaid
Lil′ momma phone last night, call in and ask for a replay
Young made nigga, with them billion-dollar plans
To make all of my fellows a million dollar man

You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now

First two, what they do man
These shades here run me two grand
Guess you could say I pay for crystal clear view man
Them young niggas be like, "Dolph, you the truth man"
Got your girl a CD, now she a new fan
Skrilla Squad, we a family, not a crew man
501's in a pair of these square
Ju-just left the store and bought three pair


I′m in my own lane, I got my own slang
When it come to ball, I drop straight flames
You oughta know by now, you rockin' with one of the illest
I′ma wait around the boat and point blank period

You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now (Paper Route)

I need a firefighter, fight me when I get behind the mic
Shouts to motherfucking much, the sun, the moon, it's full of light
Never wanted to be made, it′s just that money that I like
My new name is Rod Rondeaux, only talk when the price is right

Man, I swear that I'm a fool
Fuck your wife out of your sheets and I swear that shit is cool
I swear, I'm so disrespectful, but I can′t help it
All I drive is two-seaters, they say I′m so selfish

Super clinic, call me, Mr. Where you get that?
Different color diamonds, Prises on mismatch
Hurt a nigga's feelings, but I don′t give a fuck
A white boy in the woods, I'm all about them bucks

You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
You oughta know by now