Can I Roll Wit U (feat. LV) - South Central Cartel

Can I roll with you
N***a what can I do
When I still seem
To day dream and fiend for green
Cause one plus two broke muthaf**kas don't equals naythin
In a buck fortyfive's what I'm waitin
So now it's time for me to grab the strap
And put you in a sleeper eternally
That's what my psychic's tellin me
So now I'm ridin to the sun and I
Know it ain't s**t for me to lose
So I
Asked the big homie to put it down for me
When I was down you been around for me
Give me nine ounces and count this stackola
That I can rack for ya
For sho' yo ride as I slide to Kansas City
Not lookin for h*es that shake no titties
But to drop off ki's and collect my g's
My fees for this job is three g's
Let's see if I can get it crackin for me
Can I roll with you
N***a what can I do
For you now that it's really on and poppin
With my 3 g's can I get it crackin for me
I always heard that bullets turn curves like Nike stripes
So one silent night they take flights to put out headlights
Turn to your skull where your brains was
Game recognize game can you dig it
I did it stackin to see what's happenin
Loop there it is I'm handlin my biz
With this I'm buyin powdered s**t
So I can rock it up and make it whoop the loot
Chop it into doves to serve em love like Herbie
This whooped up lley gon' freeze they brains like slurpies
But I'm tryin to kick back relax and stack a meal ticket
Motivation is good preparation so I rolls with it
In a '86 coupe
In a '85 cutlass
2 O G 's on fo' d's and we're comin
N***a what's happenin
Shall we get to scrappin or cappin
A king size 44 magnum to tag em
Well I guess we'll get into some gangster s**t
I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your b***h
And I'm checkin eyes so you best to recognize
When I let these bullets fly from this heat you gon' die
Right you muthaf**kas wanna see the gangstas
I'm comin from the squad I ain't no peace treaty banger
I was born in the hood and raised I stayed in the hood that's real
From emptyin my clip from dumpin on n***as I'm pistol whippin your grill
But still you feel me in attempts to pull my card
I'm rollin a fo' do' Eagle out the window dumpin on y'all
And all I did was struggle for my land
And I'm too much of a gee to die by another man
And understand you gotta bury me you won't worry me
With your playa hater strategy for my enemy