Rolla - Rockin wit the best lyrics

Thinkin' like the brain, finna take over the globe I run this, what n***a, you ain't know? Five foot four, what I'm a f**in' a C.E.O Give my b**h good dick every morning like it's cereal You n***a is starvin, y'all can hoola-hoop and cheerios My paint wet, n***a drippin' like a jerry-curl Smoke a lil' bit of purple store a lil' bit of grill I be in my own world, countin' all this dope money Flyin' than a mothaf**a, you don't hear a n***a tummy [?] yes I got it on me now Really, I'm the flyest mothaf**a in your whole town I can pitch it off the mound, I can run a kickback Cypress Village, West Oakland where I did it all that Yes it comes the freshest The rest of you n***as fall back Plus I keep a big strap where my draws at You n***as poppin' too many pills Y'all need to relax Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these n***as can't even dress The rest of these n***as a hot mess Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these n***as a hot mess The rest of these n***as can't even dress I be gettin' blown like a sack while the lights on I'm too prone to kicks, money, weed, and b**hes Slide through, did a little rippers jigger Cause' they ain't never see a n***a worth six figures Major League, all-star, real hitter Little jigger, guns way bigger Talk behind my mack, back down from no n***a Paper to the ceilin' all from drug dealin' But I'm finna go and get a good deal, if God willin' Cypress Village, chillin', livewire k**in' Find me in the East in the high-roll building Me and the ghetto children, b**h I make power moves So when you talkin' to a boss change yo' attitude It's written all on your face I can see the rat in you You the type of n***a can't hide the Jay Cat in you But every time you see me, I'm on them big shoes Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these n***as can't even dress The rest of these n***as a hot mess Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these n***as a hot mess The rest of these n***as can't even dress Hype for the b**hes,.40 for the haters Got my dick in your b**h, smokers, n***a I'm the greatest I did a hundred thousand, yeah, n***a that's the latest Get it like ball-players, it's the West Oakland mayor n***a I was flippin' chickens all through High School Leave a n***a shirt red like he pyro k** a n***a career like 50 did Ja Rule I was at the table with a mothaf**in' razor blade Before tapers, when n***as was wearin' fades Before scrapers, before the Hyphy Movement The dope game; n***a I was true to this So who you with? I just need an ice pick Break a corner off the brick, now I'm distributing it Call it Wayde money. Need a trash bag for this sh** I'm finna blow, I'm just lookin' for the right look But in the mean time, I'm gonna stay on some fly sh** Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these n***as can't even dress The rest of these n***as a hot mess Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best Paint glare. So fresh The rest of these n***as a hot mess The rest of these n***as can't even dress