[Intro: Mr. Porter] + (Trick) Yup, HOOOO! Yup! Here we go y'all, yeah! Huh, Mr. Porter y'all (you gotta make it bounce) Trick-Trick y'all (cause that's what's up) Uh-huh, c'mon c'mon (c'mon, you gotta make it bounce) Runyon Ave y'all (boy, cause that's what's up) Good Sqwad y'all, Wonderboy y'all (let's roll)
[Chorus: Mr. Porter] Now money ain't a problem if you're rollin with me All you gotta do is make it happen for me And let's roll, roll, roll, roll Now let's, now let's, now let's go Now ain't nobody trippin, we just want a relief Bend a couple corners, maybe hit up parties So let's roll, roll, roll, roll Now let's, now let's, now let's go
[Mr. Porter - over Chorus] Yeah! Let's, c'mon Yeah, uh-huh Ay Trick, you gotta love it! C'mon baby, let's go
[Trick-Trick] It's 10 o'clock in the AM, I'm feelin alright My folks havin a backyard party tonight Hit the shower for an hour, and brush my grill Call Diezel to make sure he ain't puttin pork on the grill Call J up, pour Cristal on the Mile, what's up I need a case of everything that'll fit in the trunk of the six, huh, maybe I'll drive the five I don't know; feel like a kid at the candy sto' Or I might get the 6-3, that sit on 13's With sixteen Cali niggaz know what I mean And it's all to the green, I gots to hit my stash cause I don't know another way, I can watch this cash (c'mon!) Yup, I gots to roll through the hood and see It's some 21 year olds wanna roll with me I'd beat, hop on in, is that yo' friend? She can go Long as she ready to ride, now let's roll
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[Mr. Porter] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Uh-huh, you gotta love it! Yeah! Mr. Porter!
See I ain't into all of the fightin and fussin and foolin In front of a club, what the fuck y'all provin? You ain't 'bout your money partner, you ain't movin When I'm about mine pimpin I ain't losin How else can I pay for the G5? Wrist glistenin, don't it look good in the rides? ERRRT! Ladies heads go ERRRT! When they think a nigga is paid Flip flap paint, still look good in the shade But wait, pull a little off a click, little alpha{?} blade And {"HUH? WHAT?"} what you say, say? Lil' more for Bugz, Jam Master Jay that, paved the way for us to make a lil' more money than we did back in the day And, word to my daughter T bay-bay Give you a nice and easy for sayin them bulk when really money ain't a problem if you're rollin with me, me C'mon!
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[Trick-Trick] Yo, these lil' young girls whylin out Told 'em chill, we on the way to my momma's house Pimped out, placed my right hand on her thigh And the beam from VVS, hit her in the eye like HIIIII I used to think that they was blowin me off Now they takin me to they momma's and they showin me off Now they momma's ready to ride, I got the clique Antone{?} He in a, E-S V with 26-inch chrome We gotta, get to this party and crank it up In a six full of ass wanna spank it up That's what's up, food and drink with some bad hoes I'm lovin to see 'em steppin with them pedicured toes (ohh!) Today's the day, tonight's the night A backyard party and it ain't no fights Who footin the whole bill? Anybody wanna go? Long as you know that you out for the night, so let's roll
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[Outro: Mr. Porter] Ladies and gentlemen! I'd like to thank you all for comin out tonight Detroit City, Runyon Ave Wonderboy, Trick-Trick, Mr. Porter Let's GO! WOO!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
