Rollin With The Homies lyrics

by

Jadakiss


[Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Rollin' with the homies, you already know
We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow
We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow
Problem with these f*ck boys, we gon let it go
Rollin' with the homies, you already know
We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow
We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow
Problem with these f*ck boys, we gon let it go

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Ogen pockets, chains all obnoxious
Classy wrist wear you know what the watch is
Know that I'm holdin', don't make me pop this
Kiss you need help? Chill Jada I got this
Bars is nuclear, flow is straight toxic
Need that new Lox, they waiting on my sh*t
Almost finished, I'm just doing the diagnostics
Matter of time 'fore we take the game hostage
Nobody can f*ck with the Gods when we on our sh*t
Come to one of our shows, you can get in the mosh pit
Violate me and my fam, we can't squash it
If you don't believe me, my n*gga, then just watch this

[Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Rollin' with the homies, you already know
We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow
We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow
Problem with these f*ck boys, we gon let it go
Rollin' with the homies, you already know
We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow
We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow
Problem with these f*ck boys, we gon let it go
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Rollin with the homies, you already know
Half an hour past, and we just lit a O
And I'm mad tired like we just did a show
It's a California strain that we don't get to grow
Saturday nights live like Joe Piscopo
White girls on white girls, go ahead and fist a ho
Pardon me that was a little raunchy
I'm a ghost for getting money haunts me
I'm O-dog you faggot-ass Chauncey
No disrespect to the gays
Rep of the sour, Kiss rep for haze
Louch got the yak, we can drink for ten days

[Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Rollin' with the homies, you already know
We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow
We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow
Problem with these f*ck boys, we gon let it go
Rollin' with the homies, you already know
We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow
We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow
Problem with these f*ck boys, we gon let it go

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
Hunnid thousand on the road, money transferring
Weed burning loud, bad b*tches reoccurrin'
Last night is blurry
Ayo bring a Advil in hurry for my head and kick them b*tches out the bed
If you don't like me, n*gga, suck a di*k
Fight who? Man these n*ggas with me shootin' quick
Where ya money, where ya jewels, where ya house at?
Ruth Chris? n*gga barely do the Outback (stop it)
Image me giving two f*cks
These fake ass n*ggas ain't spending two bucks
If I every need a bail it ain't hard to tell, I'm Nas on these n*ggas
I been getting money but I stay in the cut, I'm like Pras on these n*ggas
New house, elevator and garage on these n*ggas
Robed like I'm 'bout to get massaged on these n*ggas
Watch TV not me or watch these triggas
[Chorus: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Rollin' with the homies, you already know
We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow
We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow
Problem with these f*ck boys, we gon let it go
Rollin' with the homies, you already know
We gon get this weed bag, we gon let it blow
We gon get this alcohol, we gon let it flow
Problem with these f*ck boys, we gon let it go
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