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Group Home Roll Wit Me

ain't nothin' to brag 'bout (Ya hear me?) We're rolling through yo' hood, can ya hear me now? Good I'm in a jet black Camaro wit' me eyes on a sparrow

everyday Joe but not Bazooka I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico The legal alienaeno, I roll

decide I'ma take you home Are there any ladies in this room Who wanna meet me at the telly at two But I'm not tryna be wit you Promise it won't last

and must use my head You'll never hit the point, I'm saying wake me when I'm dead Chorus (2x) Wake me when I'm dead, hey yo, wake me when I'm dead

I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow Me go with mi amigo to see the Man named Chico The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals

-Unit nigga i'm not (down, oooh well) Used to ride wit' em', Slice up the pie wit' em', Got kicked out the group, 'cause I wasn't gon' die wit' em'.

roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains and trespassers Criminalist and parole violators I raidin' wit regulators, invaded the instigators Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators Roamin' at home wit burglars, party wit

my pillow or right near me Nightmares don't scare me, but what happens at night, got me leary So fear me, 'cuz I'm like the ones that truce Wit somethin

everyday Joe but not Bazooka I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico The legal alienaeno, I roll