Ol' Dirty Bastard | Lyrics | Rollin' Wit You

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  • Song Name: Rollin' Wit You
  • Artist Name: Ol' Dirty Bastard
  • Album: Nigga Please
  • Songwriter: Russell Jones
  • Release Date: 1999.09.14
  • Label: Elektra Entertainment

LYRICS FOR "Rollin' Wit You"

You can't imitate me on this f*****' tape
You ain't ringing the bell, you ain't
I'm ready when you are

You ain't ringing the bell
You ain't busting the grape
You ain't imitating me on this f*****' tape
You ain't ringing the bell
You ain't busting the grape
You ain't imitating me on this f*****' tape

You ain't ringing the bell
You ain't busting the grape
You ain't imitating me on this f*****' tape
You ain't ringing the bell
You ain't busting the grape
You ain't imitating me on this f*****' tape

You ain't ringing the bell
You ain't busting the grape
You ain't imitating me on this f*****' tape
You ain't ringing the bell
You ain't busting the grape
You ain't imitating me on this f*****' tape

What I'm tellin' you all b**** ass niggas
If y'all don't f*****', if y'all coloured b**** ass
F*****, punk ass m************ don't see
That these white people are trying to take over your s***
Don't worry, you'll better be happy the Ol' Dirty B****** is here
You'll better be happy that I'm here
To, to, to beat the s*** out of all y'all f***** punk ass m************
B**** ass niggas

I shut the f*****' whole world down
You white m************ could never
Y'all can't ever take over, you can't ever take over
You shut the f*** up and you shut the f*** up
That's what the f*** you do
Can I get a beer? Yo, I need some beer

You ain't usin' your phone, you ain't callin' the cops
'Cause nigga, I'm the only king of the block
I'm the only black God, m***********

And I came to rock the spot
While when I throw football pass at a b****, she miss
Ain't trying to be funny, gonna use my fist
You can't use the family feud
You can't run it on a cuckooo

You bring shame, I'll keep Ol' Dirty safe
Not locked up 'cause I'll have your f*****' ass locked up
I'll stash you, lickin' you down, light that blunt
You ain't gettin' one, two, I do what I want

If I got a problem
A problem got a problem until it's gone
I'm the only unique A son
You reap what you saw, f*****' with the O
I got the precinct locked down
You ain't using the po po, f*** you, so, so

I got the keys to your hoe, I'll stop your whole flow
All you b****** roll, would be from the ghetto
You want me to control this f*****' show
Give Ol' Dirty what he want and mo

'Cause I'll stop your goat, mafia
'Cause I'll stop your goat, mafia
Pay me all my motherfucking money
Or I'ma slow down your dough

Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
Jesus, I'm rollin' with you

You might be in danger, you'll have a sex changer
I'm gettin' more anger, call me Dr. Stranger
I master the demon, demonic toys
Sting you with the venom, kill your joy

B****** throw your hands in the air, like to be sodomized
That's what I'm here for, that's what I'm all about
I get girls and they wonder
What they get is a clean f*** from me, oh baby

Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
I control Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'
No matter what
F*** with the guys that'll make you shrug
I'm the only original, f*** you, chump, shut the f*** up
Yo, did you understand that?

Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
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