) You better slow your roll (rolll) What mama used to say, (slow your rolll) Keep it up young man (roll) A nigga shoots the same (slow your rolll) You better slow your roll
Fordítás: Mac. Lassú Ya Roll.
) You better slow your roll (Rolll) What mama used to say, (Slow your rolll) Keep it up young man (Roll) A nigga shoots the same (Slow your rolll) You better slow your roll
{Yo yo Ice whats poppin' G I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this
the topic point blank It's jail ya better keep your shank 'Cause I got mine and I'm out on a solo creep Your face hits the concrete You wanna roll with
[ ROUND 1: Randy Mac ] Let's get it straight for the '89 tip Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip On the party track I'm cold lampin But when the Syndicate rolls
track like Pharrel, Na'mean? Your money slow mo My money like pro mo Giving autographs with the cash no photos Flow sicker than Polio Hit it from the back guarantee to give ya
the pieces to your vest We releasers of ya stress..ease ya pain Put this pistol in your mouth, you'll never need them trees again The one ya momma warned ya
strapped, put my pistol on shoot Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof I had ya pissin' in ya trunk like a roof Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled
You want violence and don't wanna mingle You want a challange get it brought to for every angle This shit'll slow 'em down, I bet that Ya up front dough
for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run [CJ Mac] We gettin' close
, icky, icky It's illegal 'bout the plants in my backyard grow, that's my bud Smoke 'til ya drop out, that's my luck Keep a couple rolled and I hit the
' spot and heard the intricate plot Some people wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper Remember all you people from the hill up in Brownsville? That you rolled
Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya, I love ta hate ya 'Cause youse a freak by nature, can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya
cartridge I pop hoes and greet ya, nachos and cheese ya Send Vatos, Choppos and Gablones to meet ya They pop yo' top slow, pa blow and leave ya I got
m rolling with New Orleans, what the fuck enemies gonna bring to the table? I'm gonna train to slain you Rollin with my gangstas Kane and Abel In pain
put my pistol on shoot Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a roof Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled
Mac flow Sorta like a cracked flo', a different plateau, the Mac show When I attack though, I never turn my back 'cause The bullets, penetrate the back slow
