Roscoe - Get Low lyrics

Turn me up somethin, n***a Cause I can't even hear myself, n***a Whoa, Y.A Taa Daa Dow Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.. If you a rider, n***a let's roll If you a hustler, let's get doe If you a soldier, let's get low But keep it gangsta anyway ya go If you a rider, n***a let's roll If you a hustler, let's get doe If you a soldier, let's get low But keep it gangsta anyway ya go I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas Drive by pull a homicide with my brothas We fight amongst each other, but we ride together And soak up all the game that Gotti tells us Like let's get low, flip that whole If one of us gets signed we split that doe Catch me in the kitchen thousand grammer I keep it flippin', need more arm and hammer I can cook and ship and I'm good with numbers I'm the one they run to when they coke start crumblin' Gimme that work watch how quick I twerk it Gimme a bird and I'll flip it to a turkey Y.G. ya heard me on the block servin' Everybody says that my momma don't deserve me Go get the word out, I gotta bird house with a hole in the wall so I serve out If you a rider, n***a let's roll If you a hustler, let's get doe If you a soldier, let's get low But keep it gangsta anyway ya go If you a rider, n***a let's roll If you a hustler, let's get doe If you a soldier, let's get low But keep it gangsta anyway ya go Yeah, Yeah, uh, uh Let's go get 'em, let's go chop 'em Let's go hit 'em, let's go rob 'em Pockets gettin low, that's a fa sho' problem Heater ready to blow problem solver Chromed out forty-fo' mag revolver Guaranteed not to leave a track if I off him Next thing you know, back to coffin Smoke a n***a like a Zig Zag now I'm coughin' Two to his neck, two to his noggin' Didn't touch his vest, I left his head throbbin' Red beam out, shots ring out Get away car while my lead streams out Guerilla in the mist so my tires peel out A heehaw with alist, who's next to cross out Dealing with the gift to flip and rip this Bizzle in this b**h! (Bizzle in this b**h!) Whoa! If you a rider, n***a let's roll If you a hustler, let's get doe If you a soldier, let's get low But keep it gangsta anyway ya go If you a rider, n***a let's roll If you a hustler, let's get doe If you a soldier, let's get low But keep it gangsta anyway ya go My vocabulary hereditary and legendary, hittin' hard like a secondary I know it's hard but disregard my commissary Cuz I'ma murderer clip inserter no commentary (no commentary) Ha, yeah and one bird will get my momma off 53rd And everythang be everythang My momma nerves is bad, she don't want me servin that She heard me rap and told me to work with that So I racked up my soldiers headed to tha battlefield The real survive the fake shake like rattles will Light up tha block just like a candle will Voted most likely as to handle steel, that's why I handle steel I gotta plan to build buildings in tha hood For all tha innocent children living in tha hood I ain't a bad person snatching purses acting worthless cracking the surface with an accurate verse AWOL, headed back to the block to the first spot where I can get fronted an 8-Ball's Block livin', cop ditchin', the clock tickin' Tock tickin' pop the clip in the plot thickens Shots lickin', stop trippin' the rocks hidden My glocks glisten and whistle for my pot to piss in I'm in an awkward position, quixotic and persistent I rock it with precision, my squad on a mission Demolition men of vision with semi's any sippin' Crop deficiency, watchin' my enemies penny pinchin' Positively not in the city only robbin' Squabbin', survivin', maintainin' striving and gang robbery So rida, slangin' snow powda Whoa partner, Scoe Gostra I'm so proppa, I won't drop my dope for no coppa Calidro copper, Calico poppa Metallic coat rocker, staticy Scoe shocker Block-A-Wear tucked in my Roc-A-Wear Get caught slippin' not aware and you're out there Now everytime you see me I'll always got my Y.A. ridaz there Youth Authority, true loyalty spit watery No blows hit split rip and chipped arteries Triple X Atari, Sweats and Ferrari's Y.A.-warty, we came to party Y'all n***az hardly half of this army We all G's and hustlas and car thieves Quick to start beef Trizzle, Y-Gizzle, Scoe-Mack and Bizzle Yeah we back in bizzle my nizzle We all lifted, we all gifted, we all splifted At the bar or stilary artillery lifted