TripP C - Roll It Up

Roll it up, Roll another
Roll one for your Brother and your Mother
Oh roll it up, Roll another
And roll one for me
I’m lighting up some AK-47
No motherfucker, that does not make me a felon
Tell em, is it really that compelling?
Quelling? No, just a means of expelling
Bad shit, bad thoughts, unwind tension knots
What again? Forgot! Mmmmm
So, let me be really blunt about my habits
You don’t have to fucken pass the joint, I’ll grab it
And I’ll probably roll another one, and you can have it
So quit with your fit, I always have extra hits
Of chronic, that super damn sonic
We get that shit grown hydroponic, or not!
So: Check it, it’s dope these newbies choke
Reckon it’s cause they can’t toke
Like me? Nope! Slippery slope
Wrecking any fucken bong I stoke oh
Low blow, not going slow, go-pro
Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo
Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no
He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more Oh
Low blow, not going slow, go-pro
Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo
Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no
He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more
(Ah-ha and he’s lying on the floor)
So, let me hit you with the new flow
No Popo, not illegal no more
Flooding with this indoor
And you gotta ignore me
My THC Vigour – The smoke can’t get thicker
So, don’t get triggered – When my bongs get bigger
Oh go, go-go figure – Press through gotta have rigor
Diligence my brother – But respect your mother
No Mama, Papa don’t be angry
Because I love my sweet Mary
I know you will still always love me
Better parents you’ll never meet
But that’s a Low blow, not going slow, go-pro
Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo
Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no
He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more
Oh Low blow, not going slow, go-pro
Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo
Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no
He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more
(He just can’t take no more
He can’t take more – Oh
He just can’t take no more)
Oh Low blow, not going slow, go-pro
Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo
Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no
He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more Oh
(He just can’t take no more)
We’ll always love bongs, making these songs
Seeing pretty ladies wearing nothing but thongs
Feel that I belong, from here to Hong-Kong
From here to Sicily. Whoop let’s get silly
Dabs we take chilly. Really? Really!
Feel me or don’t – Change me, you won’t
Teach me – You can, but I’m my own man
And you don’t have to condone my plan
Hey, my man: You need to get sober
Says the one, who can’t remember October
Another hangover – The devil on your shoulder
An empty pill holder – Heavy like a boulder
Another fucken drunk just falling over
Listen up punk – I smoke or smoulder
I get high or I get older
Without fire my life gets colder
Low blow, not going slow, go-pro
Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo
Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no
He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more Oh Low blow, not going slow, go-pro
Who knew? Who knows? Head to toes turbo
Fucken fatty got me chatty on the beat oh no
He’s a flatty like a patty, he can’t take no more Oh
(Ah no ah he just can’t take no more
A-Ah no ah he just can’t take no more
Oh - Ah no ah he just can’t take no more)

Written by:
Petrus Van Der Walt

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