Roll Wit The Clan

By DFC

On Things in tha Hood

Released on January 1, 1994

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[Hook] {x4}

Roll with the clan and get that ass rolled over riggy roof

"Barking like a dog named Rover" - MC Breed 'Ain't No Future In Yo Future'


[Verse One]

I'm getting up early in the morning so I can ride out with my homies

And stop around the corner looking for hoochies that can bone me

And then I'm out

Float...float on

And you know I gotta keep my sounds cranked holmes

I'm 6'4" material, pulled out stereo, don't you wanna ride with me?

Greedy Greg in the back steady giggling

Till 5-0 pulled up then he stopped sniggling

I had no love and I showed no fear

The light turned green, peace...and I'm outta here

I'm headed to the liquor sto'

Gotta cop me a O.E. drink till the stores closed

Cause it's gonna be a long day

And the sun beaming down on my locs in my face

Homie Swift always keep his 380

Just in case a homie in the hood wanna act shady


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[Verse Three]

Yo, I'm ready to hit the block non stop and get my mob on

As I float...float on

And my homie keeps call

Ready to hook up cause the block is shot from the bottom to the top

I guess there's nothing else to do, but um

Go and hit the club till 2:00

And uh

I guess I'd rather play it like that

Cause the hood that I'm front, I'm prepared to watch my own back

But in fact

Pop has to be in by 6:00

Just to keep the money coming in thick

I'm rolling in a Cherokee, girls can't see me they think that I'm Poppa Breed

But it's cool

Cause I creep sweet through the after set

Waiting for the first girl to break her neck

And I'm ready, ready for whatever

Peace to Breed and DFC lives forever

And I'm out


[Hook]


[Verse Three]

Yo we finally, made it to the hot spot

And all the girls all around cause they love to see my 6'4" drop

No drift, no scraping

16 switches for they girls and they babies

With they big ole' butts in them daiseys

And them big ole' stomachs looking crazy

Now I'm with mail, money grip and I'm home

Good looking out to my homie Tyrone

Mama ain't bought me a damn thang

But you don't see me throwing signs or slanging 'caine

So I'm straight I ain't got nothing to prove

I got mine, now it's your move

Or better just yet hold your butt and like plug it

Cause I'm a light skinned pimp and the girls be loving it

Now listen close to exactly who is speaking

I'm the C.A.P. to the O.N.E

I'm not down for the count I'm knocking them out by the dozen

And for your health, protect yourself for you love it


[Hook]