Get Your Role On lyrics

Mannie Fresh):
Oooooooohhh................
What (Yeah), What (Yeah), What (Yeah)
Oooooooohhh.................
(Yeah) See....

(Mannie Fresh):
I fuck these ho`s, af-ter our shows,
Big dicks we slang, freak bitch do yo` thang, (Do yo` thang)
Benz, `Vette`s, Hummers, jets, Ro-lex, Mo` sex..
Tele-vision, head-rest, Twenty inches, nothin` less..
Every day, iced out... Nigga play? Lights out...
`M` period, `Fresh` comma, your wife is my (era) baby mama.
God-damn, mutha-fucka`, She`s a good dick sucker,
What the fuck? Hold on.. Everybody (era-era) get yo` roll on!

Chorus:
Everybody get yo` roll on...
Everybody get yo` muthafuckin` roll on.. (What?) (4x)

(Baby of Big Tymers):
Be-atrice, bitch please. You know, who I be.
Nothin` else, none other, the number-one stunna.
Nigga, I pimp ho`s.. Boss, toss, pimp, ho`s.
Show them, bitches, no love... Ride 2G `Lac on dubs.
Ounces, quarters, halves, bricks..
Nigga, I done sold all that shit...
Soon as, my tour stop.. Bought 5 Bentley Azure`s, drops.
TV`s, must, buttons, must, C.M.B., Platinum plus..
What the fuck? Hold on... Everybody get ya muthafuckin` roll on..

Chorus (4x)

Mannie: I like loud pipes....
Baby: Big rims, ho`s, ice...
M: V-12`s or better....
B: No itch, strictly leather...
M: Play-station, DV-D....
B: Don`t worry about ya bitch, she comin` with me...
M: Leave the stickers on the Bentley to show the price..
B: Arm out my window, just to floss my ice...
B: Fresh, wait, hold up...
M: That`s that bitch we fucked...
B: Nigga, what yo` bank bout?
M: Dog, I been, lost count...
M: Pop that Cris`....
B: Pop that Mo`....
M: Slap that bitch....
B: Punch that ho....
M: What the fuck? Hold on...
B: Everybody get yo` muthafuckin` roll on...

Chorus (5x)

What?
What? What?
(Repeated to fade
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