, puttin' the **** in her pants Live life young, ****, quit tryin' to be grown You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone Slow your roll, slow it down, my **** Slow your roll, slow
Life Young Nigga, Quit Tryin' To Be Grown You Gon' Miss Momma When She Dead and Gone Slow Ya Roll (Slow Down My Nigga) Slow Ya Roll (Slow Down My Nigga
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Young Nigga, Quit Tryin' To Be Grown You Gon' Miss Momma When She Dead and Gone Slow Ya Roll (Slow Down My Nigga) Slow Ya Roll (Slow Down My Nigga)
her pants Live life young nigga, quit tryin to be grown You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone So slow your roll - slow it down my nigga Slow your roll - slow
eyes, bitch, we get live Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish Niggas still down with the thug shit Buck, buck, bust, let 'em know
doh and shorty like my Never rolled around in a drop top V Like me, like we, YB, that's us Too fast, too hard (Take it all, you need me) Young Buck,
, Roll like a natural disaster, As I crack ya, ass like cheap blastas, Rhyme mic bash ya, while my tongue lash ya, With the rhyme rules I crash ya, leave
from the BX so I have to roll Blastin' for crash ya door, smash ya hoe Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like totem poles Blow a hole in ya colon
rowdy, and ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, by nature fuck a playa hater, Ima come through and ya know Im down to spray ya, let them
only MC out here with flow I'm the Pro-Castro and I'm letting you know That I get on the mic and go toe to toe Well cool young brother and just slow you roll
miss Ya don't stop, just ya average everyday straight proper bitch Brotha lynch (with sicx): Lynch, givin it up smooth, the lynch with the muthaphukkin roll
nigga have shit I'm like fuck it, bring the 9 at ya Fine apples, and plastics Explosives, double holsters for those toters The way I spit shit, they are wide when I roll
hit in ya waist for, wastin' time Aggravate ya body when it twist and grind metal to the bone Crack ya bone travel up ya spine up to ya dome Follow
head to toe Everywhere we go, more hoes and plenty of dro Everywhere we go, more shows and plenty of dough It's Young Noe, E.D.I., Young Buck and Capp
hit me I got my Hennessey, find ya foes In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm getting high off Buddha, 'cause the times be slow I keep
