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11/5 Roll 'Em Up [Edit] Here are the song lyrics for Roll 'Em Up [Edit] by 11/5. For more excellent 11/5 lyrics, run a search! Typed by: BONETHUG11@MSN.COM * * send corrections to the typist [Tadatay] Well it's the cream of the crop I straight flows for the block The party ain't over till I'm pullin' out the glock Unnecessary, that I unleash the real I rubbin' you the right way like Johnny Gill, feel A playa tryin' to put it down on the town Even though all the hatas being around I still clown With the sound that will keep you pumped I'm pushin' nothin' but this 11/5 gangsta funk When I skunk Creepin' with my ACG's With the Vegas and the weed Got to let the brain feed Not a bad boy But I put it down like Mase In the thug category Tryin' to shake the face Game lace Tighter than a pair of new Jordan's Holdin' down the line like my name Ken Norton For the team Rollin' up suckas like green Bud even hatas in the town Gotta show me love [Chorus] I got sacks of weed And we can hit the cuts And roll 'em up Roll 'em up When you dealin' wit the mob Fool you know what's up Cuz we'll roll ya up Roll ya up When you in the Sco town Don't press your luck Just roll 'em up Roll 'em up Or hit the heel for the nade And we can blow thangs up Cuz I rolls 'em up Rolls 'em up [Tadatay] Represent the tip of the Sco Lettin' hatas know How a playa roll when I hit the door Lettin' off smoke like the wild wild west Blowin' nade can't mess wit the cest I got a complex I need premium Grade A dosia Girl I'm a soldja Can't nothin' hold A Playa from the point down In the background Dawgs yellin' kill-a-what Lettin' off nine rounds It's all over now Had 'em jack at the hash Plus I got a twomp sack stashed in the ash-tray Trip, it's the playa Taydatay Put it down like a hog For my homies all day It's the bomb bay Where real G's parlay Won't stop rollin' blunts till judgement day Call it what you want But I'm addicted to the cannabis Bustas can't handle this Cuz we so scandalous [Chorus] [Tadatay] Hit the liquor store for some pour They wanna see me fall Cuz they can't roll wit the hog Livin' in the city of the fog Keep a trail hill For the real deal Off the nade and a mad dog It's your car The girl ridin' shotgun She wannna heat the hottub for some action Grab the gat son I don't trust neer trick Nina Ross in the cuts Can you handle it You know I come equipped With another clip Pull out another blunt Roll another sack of hemp Don't trip It's just a mob fashion When I start flashin' I might start blastin', off To the land of unknown Let me call Big Mac on the clone You know it's on Lookin' for more indo smoke Hit 3rd street fiendin' for some JC bolo [Chorus] x2
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