The Game Ft. Kanye West, Trae The Truth, Paul Wall, Slim Thug & Z-Ro – Rollin (Traducida)

Letra en español de Rollin de The Game Ft. Kanye West, Trae The Truth, Paul Wall, Slim Thug & Z-Ro

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Will I ever change in this life?
My grandma said I’ll never change and she right
Y’all think that L.A. Gang banging, sh*t right
Well you finna’ find out what the game be like
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Red rag on my rear view
No tint in the porsche, see clear through
God screaming up out them speakers so loud that a nig*a can’t hear you
Wake up to a diamond cross, I’m a Christian
Got a nig*a feeling like Obama ‘Nem
Nig*as shout out my windows, they yelling, say ?
They sprayed up my ‘rari, they keyed up my Bentley
They went at my top dog like Ab-Soul and Kendrick
I said I’m a killa’, god damn it I meant it
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I said I sold crack, nig*a bubbling skillets
At my grandma’s house, I was selling work in it
And god bless her soul, she died
Back out the four, load up the five
Pop up the trunk, load up them pots
Aye ‘ye, is this how them nig*as do it in the chi?
Vice lords, vd’s
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Crips and bloods in the ? On Goldie
Yes a nig*a did swore he was a man in the hood, now he begging for his life on both knees
I’m a killer, no ?
Ask for these ? , nig*as don’t know me
Got a problem blood, then come show me
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I’m on rose crayon’s and them Kobe’s
Got diamonds off in my Rollie, granddaddy stuffed in my stogie
Motherfu*k them acts with phonies
Where I’m from, nig*as shooting at the police
Man these fu*k nig*as got me screwed up
I’m like papa smurf in that blue truck
Red hat, red pants, walking inside dreams with the Kush in my hand I’m
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Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Them drugs up
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Young nig*a 15, ? Sand
Sawed off in my pants like ?
Finna’ rob me a nig*a who ?
Somebody gon’ give it to me, or they wanna feel the blade
Mama used to stroke it just to feed me scraps
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Every saturday, it was mtv raps
Got sick of looking at other nig*as that ain’t deserve it so I followed my older brother to beat these traps
I ain’t worried about the love, I’ve seen everything
The hood hot, like the devil had it off in his hands
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Send a strap your way, I seen a couple of fans
Last pack, I took that and a couple of bands
To think, cause of the heat I was doing ?
But they would give it to me, everyday I was paying dues
I was a young wild nig*a missing a couple screws
In the hood, when I’m scared, only thing I’mma use, when I’m
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Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Them drugs up
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Mane, hold up
? With a cup full of lean, and a 4-0 tucked
No more sleep, gotta get more bucks, og rolled up
Stakes are high, so I pray to god the folks don’t roll up
Big sister told me I need to grow up
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But I need that money, better not crumb me
Copping bands and my codeine coming
Trying to get blow like my nose was runny
I work for mine, you can’t take that from me
Wrap it up, like Egyptian mummy
And have it ready when I roll on up
Stacking dough on up, from the floor on up
And I’m all through the hood like ice cream trucks, just rollin’
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Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Them drugs up
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Keep kush rolled, that dream I’m holding
In the candy caddy’ with with ninety-forty
Bought a drop, put it in the shop
But everything I got, on that bitch stolen
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Had a grill but couldn’t afford the wheels
Had paint, but it wasn’t candy
Kick endo to try and get that dough
Whole family know, so they couldn’t stand me
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Run and tell your mama, come get your son
Mama like damn, what the hell he done
Brother had bricks, but didn’t give me sh*t
So when he went to the pen, I ain’t said no sh*t
Mama at work, so I ran the house
? , I am the boss
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Turn that face up like the Mary Jane
I was slanging ‘caine, got us all kicked out
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Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Them drugs up
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From comptron, all the way to chi-town
Back on down to Houston, Texas baby
Trae the truth, Z-RO, Slim Thugga, Paul Wall, Common, Kanye West, and The Game
Jesus piece
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Either you got one, you want one, or you bout to rob a nig*a for one
So what’s it gon’ be nig*a?
Gun shots, laughs.
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