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Juvenile Featuring Big Tymers - Get Your Role On Lyrics

(Mannie Fresh):
Oooooooohhh................
What (Yeah), What (Yeah), What (Yeah)
Oooooooohhh.................
(Yeah) See....

(Mannie Fresh):
I fuck these ho's, af-ter our shows,
Big dicks we slang, freak bitch do yo' thang, (Do yo' thang)
Benz, 'Vette's, Hummers, jets, Ro-lex, Mo' sex..
Tele-vision, head-rest, Twenty inches, nothin' less..
Every day, iced out... Nigga play? Lights out...
"M" period, "Fresh" comma, your wife is my (era) baby mama.
God-damn, mutha-fucka', She's a good dick sucker,
What the fuck? Hold on.. Everybody (era-era) get yo' roll on!

Chorus:
Everybody get yo' roll on...
Everybody get yo' muthafuckin' roll on.. (What?) (4x)

(Baby of Big Tymers):
Be-atrice, bitch please. You know, who I be.
Nothin' else, none other, the number-one stunna.
Nigga, I pimp ho's.. Boss, toss, pimp, ho's.
Show them, bitches, no love... Ride 2G 'Lac on dubs.
Ounces, quarters, halves, bricks..
Nigga, I done sold all that shit...
Soon as, my tour stop.. Bought 5 Bentley Azure's, drops.
TV's, must, buttons, must, C.M.B., Platinum plus..
What the fuck? Hold on... Everybody get ya muthafuckin' rollon..

Chorus (4x)

Mannie: I like loud pipes....
Baby: Big rims, ho's, ice...
M: V-12's or better....
B: No itch, strictly leather...
M: Play-station, DV-D....
B: Don't worry about ya bitch, she comin' with me...
M: Leave the stickers on the Bentley to show the price..
B: Arm out my window, just to floss my ice...
B: Fresh, wait, hold up...
M: That's that bitch we fucked...
B: Nigga, what yo' bank bout?
M: Dog, I been, lost count...
M: Pop that Cris'....
B: Pop that Mo'....
M: Slap that bitch....
B: Punch that ho....
M: What the fuck? Hold on...
B: Everybody get yo' muthafuckin' roll on...

Chorus (5x)

What?
What? What?
(Repeated to fade....)