Fatman Scoop - Roll The Bud Up lyrics

[Intro: Marty Baller & Fatman Scoop ] Marty Baller I hate it when they try to tell me I can't smoke Smoketism I can smoke anywhere I want My name is Fatman Scoop The chrome Turn up [Hook: Marty Baller & Fatman Scoop] Roll the bud Roll it up (x7) Roll the bud up [Verse 1: Marty Baller] Really, muthaf**a are you dumber, are you silly? Ferga bring my kush with a Philly We smoke backwards, n***a backwards, couped the whole pack if it act good Hate when a n***a wanna act up Cap a muthaf**a if he act hard Ask me why I did it cause he asked for I'm Marty Baller and I'm a trap lord I'm rolling out, please do the same Less do I know what the f** is you saying I'm smoking kush, make me insane Got me so high, I created the lane If he don't smoke, then he a lame I had [?] be keeping the plane I hit the stage and they screaming my name Triller, get out and I'm reppin' my gang Blunts, they giving me blunts, pretty a** girls, they do what I want Showin' they b**bs, bring up to the front They down with the sh**s and I want them for lunch Cookies and lean, cookies and lean, couple of cookies I hide in my jeans And then she finished the team, smoking that blue got me living the dream [Hook: Marty Baller & Fatman Scoop] Roll the bud Roll it up (x7) Roll the bud up [Verse 2: Smoke DZA & Fatman Scoop] Giraffe p**y, coughed up a lung like the last rookie Smoking on Dower got mad cookie (woahhh) Hoping that [?] will blast for me My man Phil has some hash for me If it ain't no loud, don't pa** to me My accountant 12 in a gla** for me I'm in room 420, n***a ask for me Smoke DZA cause I'm the kush god Now you ain't gotta look hard You can tell the smell from the L's and good raw What you smoking ain't good par sh**, I wake up, roll up, start my day Get money, know the routine n***a way before the hoop dreams, I had thousand gram coupe dreams American dreams is too mean Got skittles on deck, touchdown from the Bay Pound after pound, got play after play Six packs sold, 20k in a day Make a n***a feel some type of way I do sour hour marathons, watching for the babylon Less talk, more smoke and take five while they babble on I got the loud in my carry on Whats up [Hook: Marty Baller & Fatman Scoop] Roll the bud Roll it up (x7) Roll the bud up (bud up) [Verse 3: Marty Baller & Fatman Scoop] Yo, I don't really go over there if them b**hes ain't puffin' What they smokin' over there, they ain't rollin' nothing Don't tell me they smokin' no loud if them n***as ain't coughin' Ferga gonna (put ‘em in the dirt, put ‘em in the dirt) Weed got me tweakin' I tell you, no lie Think that I'm big cause I'm ready to die Think I'm R.Kelly, believe I can fly Girls fall in love with the things that I buy I cope some Benz and they ready to grind Couple of bottles, they ready to slide I got the telly, they ready to ride Get in my car, get in my car Tell your girlfriend she gonna see you tomorrow I'm rollin' up, now we smokin' out the car You know she odd cause she talkin' bout stars Trippin' of [?] and I'm geaked off of bars She worry bout [?] and I'm worried bout cars Worry about money, she talk about broads Shawty relax, giving her back [Hook: Marty Baller & Fatman Scoop] Roll the bud Roll it up (x7) Roll the bud up (bud up) [Outro: Marty Baller & Fatman Scoop] Turn up Really, muthaf**a are you dumber, are you silly? Turn up Really, really? Let's get ‘em man Roll it up Let's go