Fes Taylor - Rolla Costa Lyrics
f/ Lot-a-Nerv[Lot-a-Nerv]Yo... T.G.P., that's my teamSteel gats, semi-automatic inf. beamI ride on them *****-ass niggaz, that's meCuz I got a Lot-a-N-E-R-VYou piss me, shots turn ya body to swiss cheeseYou could get crippled 'fore you die like Chris ReevesYou real homeboy? Pop offJust a letter pepper baby boy mo'*****a I'm hot sauceYou frauds don't pop for shitYou mighty plot, do not get ya shot, I deny ya *****Under now Kawasaki the stripI'm the flyest in Versace, dry dick, now I could sucked from yo' *****Game mine, game over, I'm far from yo' fridgeWhen you juk with that revolver, let go sixYou in that echo shit with direct roll sixIt's '06, we on that '95 Death Row shit[Chorus: Fes Taylor]Life's like a rolla costaTake a ride, either you fleein' or you holdin' toastersUps and downs, I fall off I could get back onFind another block to flip that on, we comin' back aroundLife's like a rolla costaTake a ride, either you fleein' or you holdin' toastersUps and downs, I fall off I could get back onFind another block to flip that on, comin' back around[Fes Taylor]You play cops and robbers, game choppers and choppersDock you with hoes, they wop us while they toplessYou got pifs spit it, you got hits spin itNow that I'm in it, glittered from my wrist to my fittedMention my critics, won't give a bad writer flipThat's how officers turn means to Fight ClubKinda like that flick with Brad Pitt, watch that other shitWasn't impressed, I laughed when they spitYou get what you get *****in' with the Milli kidsWannabes, I'ma show these niggaz what it really isNiggaz feel me, shitTaylor's fish seen a couple for my deuce trap, reachin' for justiceTake a ride through the city of slumsNow my wiz got a Fendi with guns, stiffy in lungsAnd now hoes bounce quickly to fundsThey ask how I do it, I'm simply the oneIt's Two and the Four, group from the showroom floorSee why they shut the doors, there's no room for no moreWack-ass niggaz, I back-smack niggazWalk around the streets, fingers wrapped around triggersRapCity lame now, son, now without Tigger106, Julissa, now Free's ass was biggerWe could get hit up for my man gettin' sipped upOne shot, keep my gun *****ed with the fifth tuckedRight in my pants, like ya label write in advanceI'm Staten Island what they writin' in advance[Interlude: Fes Taylor]We are the streets, nigga...I don't care who said it first***** it... Taylor said itCo-sign my own shit, niggaz***** y'all niggaz thought?[Chorus to fade]
