Roscoe - Get Low Lyrics
[Intro]Turn me up somethin, niggaCause I can't even hear myself, niggaWhoa, Y.ATaa Daa DowYeah, Yeah, Yeah..[Hook: 2x]If you a rider, nigga let's rollIf you a hustler, let's get doeIf you a soldier, let's get lowBut keep it gangsta anyway ya go[Verse One: Y.G]I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothasDrive by pull a homicide with my brothasWe fight amongst each other, but we ride togetherAnd soak up all the game that Gotti tells usLike let's get low, flip that wholeIf one of us gets signed we split that doeCatch me in the kitchen thousand grammerI keep it flippin', need more arm and hammerI can cook and ship and I'm good with numbersI'm the one they run to when they coke start crumblin'Gimme that work watch how quick I twerk itGimme a bird and I'll flip it to a turkeyY.G. ya heard me on the block servin'Everybody says that my momma don't deserve meGo get the word out, I gotta bird housewith a hole in the wall so I serve out(Hook: 2x)[Verse Two: Bizzle]Yeah, Yeah, uh, uhLet's go get 'em, let's go chop 'emLet's go hit 'em, let's go rob 'emPockets gettin low, that's a fa sho' problemHeater ready to blow problem solverChromed out forty-fo' mag revolverGuaranteed not to leave a track if I off himNext thing you know, back to coffinSmoke a nigga like a Zig Zag now I'm coughin'Two to his neck, two to his noggin'Didn't touch his vest, I left his head throbbin'Red beam out, shots ring outGet away car while my lead streams outGuerilla in the mist so my tires peel outA heehaw with alist, who's next to cross outDealing with the gift to flip and rip thisBizzle in this *****! (Bizzle in this *****!)Whoa!(Hook: 2x)[Verse Three: TriStar]My vocabulary hereditary and legendary, hittin' hard like a secondaryI know it's hard but disregard my commissaryCuz I'ma murderer clip inserter no commentary (no commentary)Ha, yeah and one bird will get my momma off 53rdAnd everythang be everythangMy momma nerves is bad, she don't want me servin thatShe heard me rap and told me to work with thatSo I racked up my soldiers headed to tha battlefieldThe real survive the fake shake like rattles willLight up tha block just like a candle willVoted most likely as to handle steel, that's why I handle steelI gotta plan to build buildings in tha hoodFor all tha innocent children living in tha hoodI ain't a bad person snatching purses acting worthlesscracking the surface with an accurate verse[Verse Four: Roscoe]AWOL, headed back to the block to the first spotwhere I can get fronted an 8-Ball'sBlock livin', cop ditchin', the clock tickin'Tock tickin' pop the clip in the plot thickensShots lickin', stop trippin' the rocks hiddenMy glocks glisten and whistle for my pot to piss inI'm in an awkward position, quixotic and persistentI rock it with precision, my squad on a missionDemolition men of vision with semi's any sippin'Crop deficiency, watchin' my enemies penny pinchin'Positively not in the city only robbin'Squabbin', survivin', maintainin' striving and gang robberySo rida, slangin' snow powdaWhoa partner, Scoe GostraI'm so proppa, I won't drop my dope for no coppaCalidro copper, Calico poppaMetallic coat rocker, staticy Scoe shockerBlock-A-Wear tucked in my Roc-A-WearGet caught slippin' not aware and you're out thereNow everytime you see me I'll always got my Y.A. ridaz thereYouth Authority, true loyalty spit wateryNo blows hit split rip and chipped arteriesTriple X Atari, Sweats and Ferrari'sY.A.-warty, we came to partyY'all niggaz hardly half of this armyWe all G's and hustlas and car thievesQuick to start beefTrizzle, Y-Gizzle, Scoe-Mack and BizzleYeah we back in bizzle my nizzleWe all lifted, we all gifted, we all spliftedat the bar or stilary artillery lifted{*Explosion*}
