We Roll Pete Rock (Ft. Jim Jones & Max B)

[Sample Intro]
Let's bring 'em all, ladies and gentlemen! (Gentlemen, gentlemen)

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh
Dipset
ByrdGang, nigga
We back (yes, we are)
You know who it is, Jones (Ay, Pete Rock, holla at me)
Capo Status, one hour nigga (Money making)
We gon' take you on a cruise (where we going?)
Like we usually do (Ryder music), that Ryder music, nigga (uh-huh)
Smell me? (I hear you)
Sundays is my day, uh (Let's do it)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Well-established, it's known as Ferrari day (Ride out)
Roof missing, background bumping Marvin Gaye
Stay fly, hoppin' out on my Harlem ways
Poppin' shit like, nigga, that's what you call a day (Flossin!)
We on the corners while we bottle sippin' (Fifteen!)
Everybody puffin' weed while we politicking (212, nigga)
Like fuck police, they hop out, we dipping (SQUALIE!)
In the midst of the pumpers where they bowel flipping (watch that)
Nobody wanna go to Rikers Isl' system (fuck that!)
So the trash is where we keep the .40 cals hitting (bust them 40s)
Double park with my hazard light blinking
Looked at my [?], spent half a night drinking
It's like déjà vu, spent half my life drinking (All my life)
And I remember we was flying to the [?]
And after that, skate to the key
And now we work about an eighth of a key
Nigga sixteen, make a lil cheese
Harlem shit, nigga, won't you take a trip with me, fucker (Do it)