Roll It Up - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

I’m in the car, to the door, in the bar, to the dance floor

Lookin' for the ladies, with the wiggle real low

I see you movin' like a snake, rhythm huggin' your curves

Shakin, like ain’t nobody shakin' better than her

House is packed, we’re moving from front to back

Took my seat in VIP, and ordered a Cognac

Pull out my product sack, and commenced the break down

Here baby, you puff?

grab up a seat and sit down

We gon' roll it up, come on girl

Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)

You know that I came to get right (turn it up)

And the party don’t stop till sunlight

Four blunts later, and two and a half bottles of Don P

Followed by four shots of whiskey, had me tipsy

But I still had game

And thoughts are still running up in ol' girl’s frame

Now I don’t pimp skirts, I lift skirts

And then serve, my dang-dang and beat it up until your 'nanny hurts

What do you say we leave this place, and get a bit to eat

And maybe after that I can toss you up, in the backseat

We gon' roll it up, come on girl

Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)

You know that I came to get right (turn it up)

And the party don’t stop till sunlight

Back in the car, now we on the road

Is when she acting all freaky, out of control

Said the way she worked up in the club, that wasn’t shit

And I should see her when she butt naked, working the dick

Ain’t no point, just imagining

I’m headed to the Quality Inn, to get some quality skins, from this trick

She put it on me, then straight f**ked me to death

But ain’t no stopping a player when there’s still a blunt left

(Chorus repeat until end)

We gon' roll it up, come on girl

Pour some more drink in my cup (turn it up)

You know that I came to get right (turn it up)

And the party don’t stop till sunlight