Artist: The Game f/ Pharrell, Snoop Dogg Album: California Republic Mixtape Song: Roll My Shit Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Game] "California Republic" mixtape [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] + (Pharrell) Nigga I tell a bitch quit (heyyy) Sit down, shut up and floss my shit My music gone, all that talkin ain't it (heyyy) So sit down, shut up and roll my shit (now) Now smoke with me, I got my folk with me Now take this money and hold this all for me Now let it soak for me, now bitch is you wit it? I gots to get it, I got-gots to get it {"Check-check it out"} {"D-D-DJ Skee"} [Game] When I wake up in the morning sometimes I feel like goin back to sleep But I gotta keep this product on the street ... Tryna take over my turf Stretch me out in a hearse cause that is what it's worth Baby mama keeps sweatin a nigga, cause the rent's due Two sons, daughter on the way, I think I'm fin's to get out on these streets, stack this money like Bill Gates And do whatever it takes to keep my family straight Livin in Compton, some say it's suicide Crossin the street and catch a bullet from a drive-by My homie Dez got it sippin on at St. Ives So many dead homies when I hear about it I can't cry I lost my grandmother, that's when I flipped Only decision to make now, Blood or a Crip Drove across the tracks, opened up the door on my 'llac Put the dope in the front, hop in the back It was like that [Chorus] [Game] Throw on some clothes, grab the fo' and hit the back do' Hop the back gate and meet the fiends by the liquor sto' Cops drive by, lookin at us like we stole somethin They hit the brakes, that's when everybody start runnin 8-ball in my sock, sprintin down the block Cut through the projects and that's when I threw the Glock Goddamn it feel good to be home free The city where they don't sleep, right next to Long Beach Hard to survive in this motherfuckin jungle Runnin with the wrong niggaz, that'll take you under That's what happened to my nigga Big Will Trust the wrong bitch, that's what got his ass killed A blunt and some Hennessy, a lot of good memories How do you survive when everybody's your enemy? Before you brush your teeth grab your strap Cause niggaz'll pull the jack, and bitches'll peel your cap Believe that [Chorus] [Game] Ain't nothin better than a down ass bitch When you're locked up in the pen and she's sendin you naked flicks On the tear reminiscin like a mother Two strikes on your case file, locked upstate now Tell me, how the fuck I'm 'posed to be a father to my kids? Son gangbangin cause his daddy doin nine years And that happens in every hood in America Shoot your own brother up and wonder why they scared of ya And your momma at home without a backbone Your girl gettin tired of waitin so she get her back blown by your homie, that used to be your man And you can't do shit, cause you're sittin in the can And when you get out, you'll probably go and kill this nigga On his third strike, man the jury 'bout to kill this nigga That's why I don't trust a nigga or a bitch Cause either way a nigga always end up caught up in some shit [Chorus] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, game recognize game nephew See when a bitch with me, she know off the top She gon' sit down, shut the fuck up, and roll my motherfuckin weed Talkin is not an issue, you understand me? Bitch you do as I say When I tell you to talk, you talk and I ain't told you to talk so shut the fuck up You hear me? Real pimp shit nigga, West Coast We stay keepin our hoes in check See that's y'all problem man Bitches takin y'all to court, runnin you niggaz crazy Got niggaz wanna kill theyself Man, fuck a bitch man I crack a bitch, seven dizzles and wizzle, you understand me? I keep bitches like I keep weed I got blueberry, AK-47, train wreck Whatever you need, you dig? That's it, haha [Siri from iPhone] {*beep*} New message from Ski: "California Republic" is now finished. We will be back soon. Thank you for visiting. Goodbye.