Rodney King lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]

How you gonna go to war and get money at the same time?
All I want is the money, nah mean?

[Hook: Quilly] (2x)

Can we all just get along? Rodney King
I had a dream, I had a dream; Martin Luther King
My Mama put me in this world to do my thing
I will never testify; never sing

[Verse 1: Quilly]

If it's not detainer on me then I'm gon' bail
If my single don't work, then I'm gon sell; Work!
Ziplock and my old scale
It be a cold day in hell before I'd ever tell
Never told in my life, never plan to
Stand tall, that's the kinda sh*t a man do
I'm in that new sh*t, I used to bring them Van through
Now that top drop on em like Bamboo
I remember all the hoes that I ran through
I remember all the hoes that I ran though
Look at me, all that sh*t you said I can't do
A 1,000 grams wrapped in plastic, this a sample
Soon as they let me out the cell; do my thing
Cook a half a brick, promote it like I'm Don King
I took some money, bought a Lawyer; never sing
He like Oscar De La Hoya in the ring
[Hook: Quilly] (2x)

Can we all just get along? Rodney King
I had a dream, I had a dream; Martin Luther King
My Mama put me in this world to do my thing
I will never testify; never sing

[Verse 2: Quilly]

She said "Boy this pus*y yours, you better do your thing"
I bent her over, beat that pus*y up like Rodney King
She said "Quilly you the best, you the hottest"
Malcolm X by any means; get out my pocket
Can we all just get along? Do a song
Man, if you was in my position, would you put me on?
4 to 8, I swear the system tried to do me wrong
But I'm too wavy for a job; want my money long
You know them haters gon' talk when you ain't got sh*t
Then turn around and talk about you when you got sh*t
Was eatin' Noodles now it's Noodles wit the chopsticks
Don't make me pull up on your b*tch wit the drop 6
Money in the bank, money in the mattress
Watch a project n*gga tour the atlas
How you call yourself a boss?; never sold sh*t
How you call yourself a boss? where your old sh*t?
They say "Quilly run the streets", oh sh*t
Quilly on some new sh*t, bankroll sh*t
So, if you want my old sh*t, grab my old sh*t
Cuz I ain't never lookin' back, ask my old b*tch