Roscoe - 5 Seconds Lyrics
You niggaz just don't get it do you?Young Roscoe the sodoYA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt Young GottiYeah, started November 23, 1972 and 83[Hook]Put me on lockdown and sneak out backAnd when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sackLets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracyNot while you listening to my CDYou see right now ain't no other rappers hot but meOh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIPBut if you ain't feeling the same way press EjectI'll even give you 5 seconds[Roscoe]The wait is finally done with, the time is nowYA, like who want it, we in it to run itThe album's done nigga, Volume 1 niggaTabasco sause all over the trackThat nigga Roscoe'll boss all over the trackHe make the "Girls All Pause" yeah they open to thatNow who you know the flow talking about, approachin a mac?Without a stack of doe with some doe doe to roll fatI'm a top notch nigga, hand and cotch trippaCut your arm of to get to the watch quickaNot tryin to do it all, can't see Juvy hallToo many booty calls my nigga, duty callsI'm used to ditching classes roamin through the halls[Hook]Put me on lockdown and sneak out backAnd when the cameras ain't rollin, I sneak a sackLets make one thing clear, this ain't no democracyNot while you listening to my CDYou see right now ain't no other rappers hot but meOh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIPBut if you ain't feeling the same way press EjectI'll even give you 5 seconds[Roscoe]Ha ha! These young niggaroes comin with sicka flowsHit you with the figga 4, Rock BottomMe and my dogs gettin paper'd upRippin 'em up after sherds and YA it up from top to bottom(Rocks!)Yeah we got that but we don't wear 'em(What about Glocks?!)Yeah we got those bu we don't carry(What about Plots?!)Fo sho we got those, but we don't ever share 'emWe bury 'em in the back of our mind until it's time to smashOnly in it temporary for cashAnd stearin clear from the phonies, cus they scary to blastBut where were the mass murderin Young Assassins murderin tracksTo linguish and we all know how to actIt's YA till we die, do or die, homocideWhen we rob, when we ride, nigga sideWe oblide by the rules, ride by the foolsThrowin up my squad, holdin up high for the crewYou know how we do...Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money and shake...Oh 5 seconds[Roscoe]I'm breakin 'em off like the umbilicle cordTakin 'em off the billboardChargin through at full forceAnd first to walk in, torch 'em, I'm hot to deathReady scorch 'em, I'll leave 'em all stiff like starchI noticed a lotta y'all pups like to barkBut don't never hit the fence at night when it gets darkYou better hope the pitbulls never get looseCUs best believe we comin to get you shitzuI'm scopin so many sheep in wolves clothin, it's pitifulAnalyze the situation, hypocriticalSinical criminals, indispicable individualsSupplyin the heat rock bumpin through yo digitalWhenever you dippin through the ghettoWhippin the 6-2 Chevy, blowin heavy, goin 70With one hand on the steering wheel tryin to hold it steadyHittin the switchCus only Dogg Pound Gangstas could spit it like thisAnd that's on the intro, so big, so big
