down (Chorus x2) 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
Preklad: Blaze Ya mŕtvy Homie. Roll It Up.
like the sweetest joy Bringing visions of de ja vu (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) I ain't no joke and no this ain't Rakim or Eric B It's the B-L-A-Z-E Microphone
show, gang of lunatics We the rebels for the dead Fuckin' with us you lose your muthafuckin' head And ya talkin' to your bitch ass hoes even a little Rather beat ya
they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen When it came to grams it was 90
ya, hoo-bang niggas who ride Who roll on your side ready to die Who lights up your life with hot flames Real straight game, thug life's the game Gettin' it
your play a pass Tray Dee, Goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks Bigger than big everyday in L.A. 4 Tay representin' for the whole damn yea, Beeyotch DoggHouse, turnin' it
Tray-Deee, Goldie half dead, the twins blaze sacks Bigger than big everyday in L.A. 4 Tay representin for the whole damn yae, Beeyotch 2ND HOOK: Snoop Dogg DoggHouse, turnin it
wit no type of common sense, that about it If you bout it then throw it up Got that fire and you ready to light it, then tote it up Now that's gangsta
up like punk rock kids Pumped up by some corporate endorsement, dead corpses are voiceless No one hears ya homie, ya little fame is over We'll send little homies
, give my foes death blows The best nose, goes live at breath shows See I heard it before, word it before Worded it before, before Every emcee tried to serve it
, I hit the drink and stay blitzed We had plans of bein' big time G's Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys And now I roll up the window, blaze up
-- I hit the drink and stay blitzed We had plans of bein big time G's Rolling in marked cars, movin them keys And now I roll up the window, blaze up
fuck with your head like the cess do mine [Hook x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Break it down and roll it up, smokin' blunts all night Hesitate to hit it too
I can fuck with your head like the ? do mine (Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Break it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all night As it take to hit it to hard
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie) Sweeter then a bag of cheva dipped in molasses The honey blunt got too much resin up on my glasses You can't see me in the candy
that I know named Blaze Now everytime we roll up a joint Muthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze Man fuck Blaze This muthafucka act like he puttin' it
