featuring Masta Ase O.C.
Intro: Masta Ace
Yeah just like I was sayin
things are same all over
it dont matter where you come from
east coast west coast T dot O dot down south
you gotta keep rollin if you gonna get thru all this
[Masta Ace]
yo yo I makes green backs of mean tracks
it seems that life aint nuttin but phat cars
and green stack 2 storeys high
I wouldnt wanna die
po broke and lonely, no joke Im only
a hop jump and skip, from 30, gotta get my hands dirty
if I wanna see cash thats gon last
I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart
wheres the math, gotta go for broke witout a cast
aint shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes
we floats flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers
crack makers never left the neighbourhood
cash rules everything except me
thats what cream mean, dont rule the rhyme
on valentines day nigga, you still couldnt find
the heart to try to step to, fuck wit
mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin nigga and lets get
all this dough like Pillbury and I still bury
wack rappers in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year to
and my tongue will tear you
keep rollin in dough and son I hear you
Chorus
Baby roll wit me, maybe you can see
what all life can be
(what you gonna do when your mind gets old)
[Saukrates]
(make money)the slogn of ghetto dwellers in such
(take money)the phrase of an organized bank rush
sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone
interceptin drug carriers and takin they home
popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck
solidify your cash, your the biggest guy
gotta tooken out,
the bitch caught
