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Jordan Montell This Is How We Do It Gotta Get My Roll On [Intro-lude] Can you ball Montell? You got game? (Yeah, I got game!) Okay buddy (Okay) I know he ain't got no game [Intro] From the westside to the eastside From the northside to the southside I got good dues if you like the rules I said I got good dues Oh oh ohh, oh yeah Oh yeah The sun comes up in my neighborhood I scratch my nuts, and man it sure feels good I'm leanin' in the corner like I'm barely alive 'Cause I remember a time when I didn't have a ride Always in the passenger seat And always next to last when the honeys, we would meet But now that things have changed, slightly re-arranged I must admit, it's kinda strange To be walkin' down the 'Shaw with my big black boots And my happy Nappy wear, and my Karl Kani suits I got a big truck, it's parked up the block, and I see ya ladies jockin', yeah, you're takin' stock Now that I have your attention, did I mention I got back in LA, uh, it's in my CD player The days of ol' when I used to get my stroll on Are now long gone, 'cause... 1 - I gotta get my roll on I've got to get mine Don't you know it's time I gotta get my roll on Repeat 1 Now check it I'm sitting in my ride And all the honeys all look inside And see what's going on 'Cause a brotha got a telephone They roll up slow, but they have to squint 'Cause my windows have a real dark tint To keep these hoochies steady starin' Tryin' to see what a nigga is wearin' My license plate says "swing" And you know they're thinkin' crazy things About chandeliers and ice cream bars And sick sick brothas, and the big black cars But hold on tight my dear 'Cause Monty got speakers out to here I'll have you shakin' your head like you're losin' control Because I gotta, I gotta, I gotta (roll) Repeat 1 Repeat 1 I'm at Sharwin King, I checks my rear-view mirror A nigga like Monty needs to see a little clearer Then I hear a honey honkin' at my Rover She says "pull over" so I pull over Out jumps my ride and I go to the curb My ? to her, I attemps to serve She say she likes me, she's jockin' my crew So tell me what the hell am I supposed to do She's givin' me love, she's givin' me love So I write my phone number on a dub Then I pass it through the window It's back inside All of my niggas like to ride, yeah I might make her my girl 'Cause she says she wants to take me To the top of the world But I don't know, I think she better hold on 'Cause a brotha like Monty has got to get his roll on Repeat 1 Repeat 1 O.G. gotta get his roll on Paul Stewart gotta get his roll on If I'm talkin' to your girl, you better hold on You know I gotta get my roll on P.M. gotta get they roll on My brother ?Mark? gotta get his roll on Now ? has gotta get his roll on You know I gotta get my roll on B-Low gotta get his roll on T.M. gotta get his roll on If I'm thinkin' ways to get my swole on You know I gotta get my roll on I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (Don't you know that I gotta get my roll on) Said I gotta get mine, gotta get mine (Gotta get my roll on) Russel Simmons gotta get his roll on Dior gotta get his roll on Def Jam has gotta get their roll on Power Moves gotta get your roll on And Monty gotta get his roll on [Outro-lude] You know why I can tell Montell? 'Cause you don't walk like a ball player You walk just like "Yay, I'm happy!" You know? But I know he can sing though The album, the boy's album is nice |
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