Roscoe

This is Cadillac Mack haha ha

Seville Appeal

Luv rollin the L doggs

9 papers



Ayyo I''m laid back and humble, yeah I''m cool wit it

Kinda hungry, give me a salad and a soup wit it

Aint no need for extra rolls, Sue comes wit it

Baby girl behind the counter lookin'' cool wit

She got a fat ass, I know I went to school wit it

She was the type that said I wouldn''t know what to do wit it

I kick that Willie Bo Bo aqua suit wit it, went trough wit it

Got her number, she ain''t it so I''m through wit it

I let Pooh hit it, he let the crew hit it

Hold on lil'' derrty, for two minutes

I think I left my herb man I ain''t cool wit it

Murph Derrt say he got me now I''m cool wit it

I make a lotta dough, pay a lotta pay dues wit it

Pimpin'' already, now I got the juice in it

I got the grey Vokal wit the blue in it

Loose, new, blue, fitted, I''m so cool wit it



Ali, you cool wit it?

(Ayyo I''m cool wit it)

Well is you cool wit it?

(Fo'' sho I''m cool wit it)

You sure you cool wit it?

(Definitely cool wit it)

''K

(Kyjuan let me show you really I am)



Sooooo

Oh oh oooh

Wit it, wit it



Ayyo Nas was talkin'' but I was cool wit it

DMX said summin but I was cool wit it

KRS was speakin but I was cool wit it

And I ain''t even gon trip nigga I''m cool wit it

We gon rep us to the fullest hope you cool wit it

Lunatic''s for the culture is you cool wit it?

If sauce, stand up yell out yep I''m cool wit it

Yo mo Leezy Nell, I''m done come act a fool wit it



I woke up at 9:30, I was cool wit it

I said damn it''s kinda early but I''m cool wit it

I had a message on my celly I''m like who did it?

Turns out, it was this chick I''d like to ''ooh'' wit it

Now I''m tryin'' to figure out if I''ma fool wit it

She used to be the cheerrleader type, school spirrit

You know the pom-poms, back flips, split wit it

I know a lot of niggaz tried but they didn''t get it

Or maybe they had the game they just didn''t spit it

Or they won''t admit it, cuz they carry too much pride in it

I like to slide in it, flip it and dip it and take a ride in it

Hide in it, might flight glide in it

You know I did it, cuz I''m cool wit it

A lot of niggaz talkin'' shit but I''m cool wit it

Walk in a party, lotta gawkin'' but I''m cool wit it

Look outside, see what I''m parkin? you can''t fool wit it



Not at all

You can''t fool wit none of that young mate

Why is you trippin of the 24 Escalade

Powdered baby blue wit the Gucci Lou interior

A-HA! slide on young playa

Just be cool wit yo losses

A-HA! Pimp Juice

[
- Nelly & (Murphy Lee)]

Yo Murph, you cool wit it?

(Yeah man I''m cool wit it)

But is you cool wit it?

(Yeah derrty I''m cool wit it)

You sure you really cool wit it?

(Yeah man I''m cool wit it

Pimp Juice let me show you really I am)



Sooooo

Oh oh oooh

Wit it, wit it



Look, Look

I got my mama a new house and she cool wit it

I grew up and had to bounce so she cool wit it

Baby sister got a car and she cool wit it

''Cause she work and go to school so I''m cool wit it

My granny don''t like rap but she cool wit it

''Cause as long as I got a job then she cool wit it

To my grandaddy name and he cool wit it

Told me boy don''t blow yo money and be cool wit it

So in other words derrty don''t be a fool wit it

He said don''t wind up in the motherfuckin news wit it

And help the family when you can and they cool wit it

Separate the hatas from the friends and be cool wit it

I''m Murph Dert mu''fucka I''m so cool wit it

I send raps on ice cause I''m cool wit it

And erry scene I be in I be cool wit it

Pull up in the yellow Benz thing cuz I''m cool wit it



Nelly you cool wit it

Ali you cool wit it?

Kyjuan''s cool wit it

Murphy cool wit it

City Spud cool wit it

And Slo cool too

Party people

Lemme show you how really cool we am



Sooooo

Oh oh oooh

Wit it, wit it



Ay Slo you cool wit it?..

Ay Spud you cool wit it?..

Haha Ay Coach you cool wit it?...

Surfin' for love
Spellin' my heart out
Somewhere real far out
In a digital world

Messages to start my day
Been sitting on my bus since wednesday
Tried to hit you on your two way
Your mailbox was full all the way
We can meet tonight by satellite
What about half past midnight
I should just be off my flight
But for now I'll just dance and think about you

Electric love electric light electric life
Electric love electric light electric life
Lets just freak out freak out freak out
Me and you all alone
Freak out freak out freak out
But how we gonna freak off over the phone

I thought we were supposed to have a date
I guess he couldn't help but be late
It's ok I had to go
I had this conference call at 4 you know
I'm glad you paged me to say sorry
Cause I know your thinking of me
Don't worry baby I'm not angry
Cause for now I'll just dance and think about you

Electric love electric light electric life
Freak out freak out freak out
Me and you all alone
Freak out freak out freak out
But how we gonna freak off over the phone

Sugar we can do whatever tonight
Whatever you like but first darling
Can we get our jig on get our swig on
Head back to our crib, before these niggas get to drawin' up in here
Please mind me for asking
Have you ever had sex with a person with no attachments
And the heat of the moment
One night of passion
Nothing but a whole lot of grinding and grabbing
Moanin and groaning till six in the morning
By the time you rolling over yawning
You'll be hearing my car door slamming
And Perelli's ballin, coltrane daddy for short honeysuckle bartender
E and j on the rocks
Make it a double
By the way if I might say
You're looking quite ravishing in your Prada apparel
From the shoes to the bags
You're lucky I don't rob your ass dear
Cut to the chase, gimme your pin number
And lets get outta here

Surfin' for love
Spelling my heart out
Somewhere real far out
In a digital world

Electric love electric light electric life
Electric love electric light electric life

(Roscoe)
Man Pass that, what

(Chorus : Sleepy Brown)
Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe)
Got the three will motion (Sick and so low)
Such a good feeling (and I'm so high)
I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack)

(Verse 1: Roscoe)
Low key OG', it's Roscoe the soto
I'm blowin dodo on a low low, duckin from the popo
I'm known to hit the city traffic Grippin the millimatic for static
Catch me up all up ya' Bentley jackin'
Your stereo system drillinatics
When I'm open for the law Through it all,
we deliquents Yeah A-wall and juvi hall
With a stink cent, from chronic dogg
Through out my car, THC all through all my cigar
With a drink bent, about to vomit all over the yard
My loose spits freely roamin' the reservoir
My tooth chipped, now I spit better bars
My crew sick, persuing the stars and to shoe fits
We're not the ones to hate on a fool with on-ones
The wrong young guns to screw with
We assasins, from head to toe
Stay in tune with, ball with us, it's Russian rulette

(Chorus)

(Bridge : Sleepy Brown)
Hey, the way I feel, I like smoking
Ah hurry up showty', roll the joint
Oh work it out little mama
Let me see your ass scrub the floor
And ohh lord, the straigh henessey hit me in the spot
And ohh lord, party like it's the last day you got

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Roscoe)
Yeah, they call me young sco' goodie
Dungeon Family, from ATL to LA all day and philly philly
See me dippin' with my Eastside thugs and my Westside gangstas
Get with the perty mild, reppin' the dirty south
Roscoe, Keko, Rico, Sleepy and Cee-lo
Yeah, we rollin' Geo's on the d-lo in g-mode
Now this is what sounds like, when the g's cry
We ease up, speed by ya, and squeeze fire
I'm bicostal don, I'm off the wire, in all bulletproof attire
Until the day I retire,
Me and bro, we share two heeps and one vest
We keep em' underneath the seat,
So come test the young jack rabbit, with a bad habbit
The jab rabbit, rap addict
Ever since I first took a stab at it
Up in the lab slash attic
With the studio set up, and the walls padded
Yeah

(Chorus) - repeat 2X into fade

(feat. Mr. Kane)

Straight to the whole world
I got the cocaine okay?
Yeah, I got the cocaine man
I got the Yey, YA
Scoe Montana
Scoeldie Montana, remember my name

[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy
We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me

[Roscoe]
Scoe is chillin, makin a million
Stackin his loot till I touch top ceilin
Miraculous, toothless, but top notch women
Acura roofless blastin my music
Adelle on my right, He done got me for my life
I'm a star like Tri
Crazy youngster livin the Hard knock life like Jay the hustla
I'm a professional mic clutcha plus a dope rhymer
Ghetto potent, perfect timing I"m an opportunist
Takin advantage of my youth, fresh when I do it
The homie Kokane, tighter than choker chains
Soakin up the game with dreams of Roscoe's name being a houshold name
We ballin, ghetto fabulous, just trying to do my thang
In this dope game switchin four lanes

[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy
We pushin weight heavy, how much you want bet me?

[Roscoe]
Scoe is chillin, lyrical villian
Straight up outta Philly, West Coast feel me
I pack Mac millies, Daz with Daz Dillies
Dippin through LA where it don't get chilly
I got a attic where I stash my scrilla
Keep a automatic mini heata by the attic
Homie my gat blast, speratic blast
(I'm) Young Scoedizzle, (I'm)keepin it rizzle
(With)Heaters that sizzle, Me an young bizzle
Hit the cypher up and stand in the middle
Puttin MC's in the Rap Hospital
Hospitable, Roscizzo my flizzo not spitable
My dizzo not get-able, anything digital
Un F-with-able, we incredible and thats inevitable

[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Y'all niggaz ain't ready
Bang this in ya Chevy, we pushin weight heavy

DP, DP, DPG [x4]

[Roscoe]
Scoe is gettin, in where I fit in
Splittin bad rubbers, keep it thuggin keep livin
Keep givin all I got, takin what I want
Breakin down the sacks, and crack open a blunt
Crack the window to get some fresh oxygen
This little Porche we hot boxin in
I'm a G to the fame low key in the game
I got the key to the game DPG is the gang

[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy
We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me

DP,DP,DPG...

[Mr. Kane]
Oh what you say?
Heavens to megatron
We still bangin in space the new generation
Oooh
Kokane! Roscoe