Rolex Rulez Yukmouth

Yes, yes, yes, uh!
Balla shit, nigga
Timer shit nigga
(Regime shit baby)
Flossy shit, boi!
(Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot)
Rolex Rulez
Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an Baggets an shit
Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga
Uh

Verse 1

I started off wit heata shit
Carry a nine millameter shit
Rolex on my wrist
Never fuckin wit Geneve shit
(playboy whats Geneve shit?)
Somethin like 20 g's cheaper shit
Tryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit
Look juss like a Rollie, but it really ain't Rollie
What the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake Rollie
I never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make Rollie
The Motra fake Rollie's, yo time an date gone break Rollie
The type of shit a theif won't even attempt to take Rollie
Go out on a date, start makin bitches hate Rollie
Now pump yo brakes homie
Only the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant
Rolex wear outside
"Stayin Alive" like Wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut
Wise steps, hands carrassin my tech
Rolex under my sleve nigga
To each nigga playa hatin, I make you mutha fuckas bleed quicka
I read niggas
Look in my eyes an die slowly
Meet my four-five
Niggas done died fo a Rollie
I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely
They died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie
My four-five told me, that shit that crucify homies
If I didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me
Die fo me
Eye fo an eye homie
That's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my Rollie nigga
Rolex Rulez