Rock N` Roll (Remix)

[Pharrell Williams]<br>Hmmm yess sirrrrr..<br><br>[Verse - Fam-Lay]<br>Rock and roll and roll and rock<br>I got 10`s, got 20`s, got fifty blocks<br>I got smoke in back, coke for sale<br>So much coke got coke in jail<br>In the white Rolls Royce wit my man Pharrell<br>This lil` nigga got beats too fresh to be stale<br>But I`m a take it back to the early 80`s<br>Where my couzin Stacey had the pearl Mecerdes<br>My aunt-couzin Wamp had the black on black<br>Ac` Coupe Legend wit the gold in the back<br>I was just a lil` youngin running wild as hell<br>Running `round wild trying to get that mail<br>Lil` shorty whose trying to learn the rules<br>I was twelve years old brought the tool to school<br>Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit<br>You ain`t from the hood y`all don`t know bout this<br><br>[Chorus - Fam-Lay & (Pharrell)]<br>But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Trak)<br>Try to set up shop get clothed up (Star Trak)<br>Hey I`m the Candy Man I got more than frozen cups<br>I got ya chopped, tossed, sour, diesel roll ups<br>(Fam!) We could roll up (Star Trak)<br>(Fam!) Don`t try to roll up (Star Trak)<br>Don`t make me pull these motherfucking fo`s up<br>Cause it`s like that!<br><br>[Verse - Lil` Flip]<br>Uh! Well here`s a little story I`d like to tell<br>About a H-Town Pimp and I ain`t got his mail<br>It started way back in 1999<br>When I got my first dime and I started to grind<br>Now we can Rock N` Roll, I got a roll of rocks<br>And when you hear {*sirens*} there go the cops<br>When the block get hot, homie we gon chill<br>And bid like 22 mill, we could plan a deal<br>My light too real for me to act like you<br>I`m playing wit too much paper to put slacks like you<br>You could call me Betty Crocker cause I`m baking them cakes<br>And when I cross the interstate, I`m switching up plates<br>I`m watching the Feds, they`re watching my moves<br>I`m paying my dues, I`m spraying my tools<br>We never play by the rules<br>You might hate to lose if you play wit us<br>You ain`t heard? Me and my homies keep them K`s wit us<br>You`ll stop - drop, roll, we`ll shoot ya in the head<br>And when I`m chasing my bread, I`m shaking the Feds<br>And I`m - packing my lead, y`all ain`t ready for me<br>The only time you saw a Bird was on Sesame Street<br>I got street birds, and I keep `em in my pouch<br>Play wit my money and I turn into Oscar the Grouch!<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Bridge - Kelis]<br>Aww shit, this is part when the fight just start<br>When the fists get to swinging and the .45th spark<br>And then the bitches get to running and the bitch just scream and<br>We speed off in the Rolls and it`s so damn clean<br><br>[Verse - Fam-Lay]<br>I stand on my block, the gamblest spot<br>My hands in my pocket both hammers is cocked<br>Waiting for a nigga to just act up<br>My right hand big six got my big back up<br>Lookers lookin all jealous lookin mad as hell<br>Acting like little girls like tattle tales<br>Mad cause my right hand bad as hell<br>I woulda kept shooting but I had to sell<br>See I`m a Crime Boss 365<br>Lookin for a nina raw, she just to ride<br>Picked up my cash and slide off sweet<br>Nigga tried to snatch ass knocked his heart off beat<br>Nigga talked trash like the shit all sweet<br>Won`t ya all take the cash dog, not off me<br>Hustlers in my veins, you cannot stop it<br>Walking on the block wit life in my pocket<br>I`m tryin` to sco` and get this shit off quick<br>You ain`t from the ghetto y`all don`t know bout this<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Bridge]