50 Cent - Roll The sh** lyrics

[Intro:] "I really hate havin to resort To knockin elderly people in the head for they money! But I'll do it! I'll do it! Yea, you know I'll do it I'll do it, I'll do it Yea, you know I'll do it I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh" {"SMS, Audio"} [Chorus: 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)] I'll roll the sh**, I'll smoke the sh** (n***a I'm high as a muh'f**er) I'll roll the sh**, I'll smoke the sh** {"The Letter C"} (Ain't nann n***a 'bout to come tell me nothin) I'll roll the sh**, I'll smoke the sh** (I'll make yo' b**h come smoke with me) I'll roll the sh** - I'll roll the sh** (That's why yo' b**h wan' roll with me, huh!) My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top It's hot, I'm checkin my AP If I shout let's roll, then b**h you wan' roll n***a you must be crazy I'll roll the sh**, I'll smoke the sh**... I'll roll the sh** - I'll smoke the sh**... [50 Cent:] Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did Made a Southside n***a get a pocket full of bread Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope Kush smoke same color to match that coat I'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillin Dom poppin, party rockin My beat knockin, your b**h watchin My feds clockin my sh** Blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks Get your a** whipped you step on my sh** n***a you blink I'm all in yo' b**h Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick Jack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quick This pimp sh**, break the paper off b**h That sh** fake, Audemars don't tick Them ain't diamonds, what is this sh**? I'm confused, this bill don't go and pick I'm a match that deal with my hat They said I fell off, I snapped right back n***a my money can't fit in no safe Got a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' face Tryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vault Better have a pound if you n***az wan' smoke [Chorus] [Kidd Kidd (50 Cent):] HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done did Took a Ninth Ward n***a from the hood made him big Now every hoe want a kid from the Kidd Kidd They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick Give me brain like I ain't got no sense I got change, dollars and lil' cents I got rich, they ain't seen me since Now it's all startin to make sense I pull up in that brand new Benz All of a sudden I got brand new friends Brand new chopper, b**h go blakka BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind (I roll the sh**, I smoke the sh**) I forgot she was in my bed (I roll the sh** - I smoke the sh**) Damn! I blew through all my bread That Lambo ain't got no top Man I'm hotter than stove top Rider Gang, we on top And we havin a smoke-out Eyes low but I'm so high Don't ask me, I don't know why I'll roll the sh** and I'll smoke the sh** If I don't pa** the sh** don't task for sh**, HUH! [Chorus]