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Next Stop Drop And Roll

you to undress Roll on top, put your hands on my chest Baby are ya ready for daddy get blessed Stop, drop and roll with me oh yes [1] - Stop, drop and roll

captain Blinked at me then I threw on my thinking cap Taker, and then we can slide to Jamaica Shopping for a year or two stop in Diega It's obvious

told him, stay home, rest up, I got enough gunning And he said he's rolling with me, if you're coming Homiciders Blood letters Money getters Ballin' rag Rolls

watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin',

house Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah (verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club

a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags Toe-tags

me shownin? Make me want it two in the mornin? I'm zonin? and them rosay bottles foamin? She wouldn't stop, made it drop Shorty did that pop and lock

Roll out, roll out, roll out Roll out, roll out, roll out Roll out, roll out I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We

bad mama jama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes, need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and