[Hook]
4, 5, 6 is in the mix, I'm hittin' them with trips
Headcrack, time to get the bread, black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix, I'm hittin' them with trips
Headcrack, time to get the bread!
[Verse 1]
I rolled on every cee-lo corner that I know inside the city
Kiddies, I got a fat mitt in my pocket lookin' pretty
So who wanna get paid on the block?
A thousand's in the pot
Now go and grab your knots from the stash spot
I shake them up and shake them up
Roll and I break 'em up
Two tracies and a pound-cake
("Yeah nigga, wake 'em up!")
Keepin' my fingers wrapped around the joint
In case niggas start brawlin'
Because I see 'em falling to the strong point
One by one they losin' down the line
A fifty fucked roll or duck pose
Oh nigga, pay me mine! ("Damn nigga!")
I grab the dice, place your price, all you men are mice
Riffin' as I'm sippin' on a Heineken and gettin' nice
I shake them up, they papes is gettin' deader
Nigga sittin' on a Beretta
Said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better
Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry bitches
I put the kisses on my fists and rolled the triple sixes
And once again it be the point that I shoot
That be puttin' crazy loot
In the pocket of my army suit
Now who wanna come fo' another round?
I rolled a fo', a six, hold up
Now I seen a fuckin' pound
Yeah, you niggas know what the name of the game is
I'm in yo' anus
Cee-lo, you know, that shit that made a nigga famous
Hookers up on the ding-dong, I can't go wrong
Rollin' for two hours long and still rollin' strong
4, 5, 6 is in the mix, I'm hittin' them with trips
Headcrack, time to get the bread, black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix, I'm hittin' them with trips
Headcrack, time to get the bread!
[Verse 1]
I rolled on every cee-lo corner that I know inside the city
Kiddies, I got a fat mitt in my pocket lookin' pretty
So who wanna get paid on the block?
A thousand's in the pot
Now go and grab your knots from the stash spot
I shake them up and shake them up
Roll and I break 'em up
Two tracies and a pound-cake
("Yeah nigga, wake 'em up!")
Keepin' my fingers wrapped around the joint
In case niggas start brawlin'
Because I see 'em falling to the strong point
One by one they losin' down the line
A fifty fucked roll or duck pose
Oh nigga, pay me mine! ("Damn nigga!")
I grab the dice, place your price, all you men are mice
Riffin' as I'm sippin' on a Heineken and gettin' nice
I shake them up, they papes is gettin' deader
Nigga sittin' on a Beretta
Said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better
Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry bitches
I put the kisses on my fists and rolled the triple sixes
And once again it be the point that I shoot
That be puttin' crazy loot
In the pocket of my army suit
Now who wanna come fo' another round?
I rolled a fo', a six, hold up
Now I seen a fuckin' pound
Yeah, you niggas know what the name of the game is
I'm in yo' anus
Cee-lo, you know, that shit that made a nigga famous
Hookers up on the ding-dong, I can't go wrong
Rollin' for two hours long and still rollin' strong
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