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Small Faces Rollin Over

on my way I'll be long time gone by the break of day Tell everyone that I'm gonna find it There ain't nothin' gonna stop me - Rollin' Over, Rollin' Over

rave me I rap about the life that the city streets gave me Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the rollin

snatch they soul like the Reaper Have you ever seen a killer Dressed in a trench coat sold over a hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when

you set sail Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over Engine double scream when I turn the key over Pirelli's on the street rolling like a steam roller

I'm that fire and these bitches share that sentiment My project's in the woods scarin' like the Blair Witch with Flippin' it, from one roll to another

by the carnival sounds They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin Runnin' home to some small

Yeah, motherfuckers better know Huh, huh, lock your windows, close your doors. Biggie smalls, huh, yeah My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib Turned

the Captain begin [Kool Keith] White Stesson hat, fur manicure, matchin mink Makin NBA players start to think, who's that standin' over there Takin pictures for Rolling

great white you little tadpole, my moneys like a fat bitch she had a cash roll. Combination lock safe bread stash old, and white shit with small face