Rowdy A lyrics

[Intro]
I am very high and very drunk
Where are we?

[Hook]
Attention kids, roll up an ounce
Light up and smoke it in swollen amounts
We are the n*ggas they warned you about
I thought I told y'all get the f*ck up and bounce
I thought I told y'all get the f*ck up and bounce
I thought I told y'all get the f*ck up n HOL UP

[Verse 1: Oktane]
Naw you little b*tch that ain't incense, roll up
Light up, inhale, exhale, slow up
They shouldn't be talking all that b*tch grow up
Take your weed ignite it then blow up
Dynamite C4 we are show up
Now I'm on stage got damn it I'm tore up
Bounce b*tch, bounce, I don't need that slot sh*t in my house
Never need all that, she'll take that
And then bust back and do it all with her mouth
Word to Travis young n*ggas back
b*tch I blast this and make n*ggas back flip
Young gifted bast*rds all back at rap
You should all react like you love it b*tch
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Price Tag]
No, I swear these n*ggas acting like hoes
These women acting like b*tches theres
Way to many ricos and not enough money making b*tches, damn shame
Oh oh, young crips growin up we was little C's like we was B.I n*ggA
From the city where there ain't sh*t free but I'm still screaming free my n*ggas
B-O-Dub gang and you're talking to the presidente
Ever since the tenth grade me and my n*ggas been taking off days like barbers that need their rent payed
Run that bounce that, show your heart
I ride with animals, Noah's ark
I'm a f*ck her good and I'm a take her home
And I'm a make her sit in the back like Rosa Parks
Thats Price, don't ask no more
Pass the blunt, you better ask before
Pass the bottle we don't drink out cups
Young n*ggas run the game, don't walk round us, n*gga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Oktane]
Shut up!
Trying to get at the thought of me and combine it with sodomy
And it won't be as baddest as it ought to be
I gotta be a prodigy if you choose outta your three favorite rappers you're gonna swallow me
I am the black Chuck Norris or Van Dame
I don't give a damn damn, or two f*cks or one sh*t
Whether you come with an army or one clip, I'm shooting like dice
Now f*ck you where's Price
[Verse 4: Pricetag & Oktane]
[Price Tag]
I make this paper stress like fold out, beds
Real n*gga never sold out
And I probably can hear you the haters talking
If my f*cking weed wasn't sold loud
But it is, so what it is same clique never switched real sh*t
And I ain't sticking to no b*tch unless her name is this script
Hold on !
You know the plan, you know I can't
Be holdin the hands, all i wanted was a pole dance
Then I'm superman that ho like a Soulja dance
And then kicked her to the curb like a soda can
[Oktane]
You know this man and now I can probably say
That now today the I.E's down the stay
And now we pray for everybody round the way
Rest in peace this beat and Rowdy A