Texty:
Four Year Strong Roll To Me

roll to me Look around your world pretty baby Is it everything you hoped it'd be The wrong guy, the wrong situation The right time to roll to me

roll to me Look around your world pretty baby Is it everything you hoped it'd be The wrong guy, the wrong situation The right time to roll to me

' Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the four-twenty Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money? Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start

Gotta keep rollin, just can't stop Only two worries are a thief or the cops People keep sayin: it's all so wrong But the rocks roll strong all night long

me break Had these niggaz skating on ice, doing a figure eight Twelve getting strong in the game, y'all can't touch me I must be, made out of steel,

hills, for niggaz in ghettos Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four

When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz And this goes on until I'm old and gray When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz And this goes

it by yourself 'Cause you a strong woman, girl, enjoy your life And no matter what they say keep your head to the sky Now it's eight years later, everybody

life sign of us after two and a half years. And after all those rumours going around about this band - me leaving the band, me splitting up, or the