Lets Roll (feat. Mr. Porter) - Trick Trick, Mr. Porter

Yup, HOOOO!

Yup!

Here we go y’all, yeah!

Huh, Mr. Porter y’all (you gotta make it bounce)

Trick-Trick y’all (cause that’s what’s up)

Uh-huh, c’mon c’mon (c'mon, you gotta make it bounce)

Runyon Ave y’all (boy, cause that’s what’s up)

Good Sqwad y’all, Wonderboy y’all (let's roll)

Now money ain’t a problem if you’re rollin with me

All you gotta do is make it happen for me

And let’s roll, roll, roll, roll

Now let’s, now let’s, now let’s go

Now ain’t nobody trippin, we just want a relief

Bend a couple corners, maybe hit up parties

So let’s roll, roll, roll, roll

Now let’s, now let’s, now let’s go

Yeah!

Let’s, c’mon

Yeah, uh-huh

Ay Trick, you gotta love it!

C’mon baby, let’s go

It’s 10 o’clock in the AM, I’m feelin alright

My folks havin a backyard party tonight

Hit the shower for an hour, and brush my grill

Call Diezel to make sure he ain’t puttin pork on the grill

Call J up, pour Cristal on the Mile, what’s up

I need a case of everything that’ll fit in the trunk

of the six, huh, maybe I’ll drive the five

I don’t know;

feel like a kid at the candy sto'

Or I might get the 6−3, that sit on 13's

With sixteen Cali niggaz know what I mean

And it’s all to the green, I gots to hit my stash

cause I don’t know another way, I can watch this cash (c'mon!)

Yup, I gots to roll through the hood and see

It’s some 21 year olds wanna roll with me

I’d beat, hop on in, is that yo' friend?

She can go

Long as she ready to ride, now let’s roll

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon

Uh-huh, you gotta love it!

Yeah!

Mr. Porter!

See I ain’t into all of the fightin and fussin and foolin

In front of a club, what the fuck y’all provin?

You ain’t 'bout your money partner, you ain’t movin

When I’m about mine pimpin I ain’t losin

How else can I pay for the G5?

Wrist glistenin, don’t it look good in the rides?

ERRRT!

Ladies heads go ERRRT!

When they think a nigga is paid

Flip flap paint, still look good in the shade

But wait, pull a little off a click, little alpha blade

And what you say, say?

Lil' more for Bugz, Jam Master Jay

that, paved the way for us to make

a lil' more money than we did back in the day

And, word to my daughter T bay-bay

Give you a nice and easy for sayin them bulk

when really money ain’t a problem if you’re rollin with me, me

Yo, these lil' young girls whylin out

Told 'em chill, we on the way to my momma’s house

Pimped out, placed my right hand on her thigh

And the beam from VVS, hit her in the eye like HIIIII

I used to think that they was blowin me off

Now they takin me to they momma’s and they showin me off

Now they momma’s ready to ride, I got the clique Antone

He in a, E-S V with 26-inch chrome

We gotta, get to this party and crank it up

In a six full of ass wanna spank it up

That’s what’s up, food and drink with some bad hoes

I’m lovin to see 'em steppin with them pedicured toes (ohh!)

Today’s the day, tonight’s the night

A backyard party and it ain’t no fights

Who footin the whole bill?

Anybody wanna go?

Long as you know that you out for the night, so let’s roll

Ladies and gentlemen!

I’d like to thank you all for comin out tonight

Detroit City, Runyon Ave

Wonderboy, Trick-Trick, Mr. Porter

Let’s GO!

WOO!