Lil' Flip: Rock n' roll (remix)

[Pharrell Williams] Hmmm yess sirrrrr.. [Verse - Fam-Lay] Rock and roll and roll and rock I got 10's, got 20's, got fifty blocks I got smoke in back, coke for sale So much coke got coke in jail In the white Rolls Royce wit my man Pharrell This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale But I'm a take it back to the early 80's Where my couzin Stacey had the pearl Mecerdes My aunt-couzin Wamp had the black on black Ac' Coupe Legend wit the gold in the back I was just a lil' youngin running wild as hell Running 'round wild trying to get that mail Lil' shorty whose trying to learn the rules I was twelve years old brought the tool to school Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit You ain't from the hood y'all don't know bout this [Chorus - Fam-Lay & (Pharrell)] But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Trak) Try to set up shop get clothed up (Star Trak) Hey I'm the Candy Man I got more than frozen cups I got ya chopped, tossed, sour, diesel roll ups (Fam!) We could roll up (Star Trak) (Fam!) Don't try to roll up (Star Trak) Don't make me pull these motherfucking fo's up Cause it's like that! [Verse - Lil' Flip] Uh! Well here's a little story I'd like to tell About a H-Town Pimp and I ain't got his mail It started way back in 1999 When I got my first dime and I started to grind Now we can Rock N' Roll, I got a roll of rocks And when you hear {*sirens*} there go the cops When the block get hot, homie we gon chill And bid like 22 mill, we could plan a deal My light too real for me to act like you I'm playing wit too much paper to put slacks like you You could call me Betty Crocker cause I'm baking them cakes And when I cross the interstate, I'm switching up plates I'm watching the Feds, they're watching my moves I'm paying my dues, I'm spraying my tools We never play by the rules You might hate to lose if you play wit us You ain't heard? Me and my homies keep them K's wit us You'll stop - drop, roll, we'll shoot ya in the head And when I'm chasing my bread, I'm shaking the Feds And I'm - packing my lead, y'all ain't ready for me The only time you saw a Bird was on Sesame Street I got street birds, and I keep 'em in my pouch Play wit my money and I turn into Oscar the Grouch! [Chorus] [Bridge - Kelis] Aww shit, this is part when the fight just start When the fists get to swinging and the .45th spark And then the bitches get to running and the bitch just scream and We speed off in the Rolls and it's so damn clean [Verse - Fam-Lay] I stand on my block, the gamblest spot My hands in my pocket both hammers is cocked Waiting for a nigga to just act up My right hand big six got my big back up Lookers lookin all jealous lookin mad as hell Acting like little girls like tattle tales Mad cause my right hand bad as hell I woulda kept shooting but I had to sell See I'm a Crime Boss 365 Lookin for a nina raw, she just to ride Picked up my cash and slide off sweet Nigga tried to snatch ass knocked his heart off beat Nigga talked trash like the shit all sweet Won't ya all take the cash dog, not off me Hustlers in my veins, you cannot stop it Walking on the block wit life in my pocket I'm tryin' to sco' and get this shit off quick You ain't from the ghetto y'all don't know bout this [Chorus] [Bridge]