Rollin'

Lowland, baby
You already know
973
Jae Flow!

I just poured me up a 4
And now I'm riding the beat
My shorty looking hella cute
But she dance like freak
I be loading up the clip
While I drive down the street
Fucked around and dropped a couple
They fell under the seat
Now I'm on rock, on rock
Shorty drink that dirty pop
Running up the bands
Shorty look at me, say Whatcha Got?
All these niggas cappin'
Look at me
I am what you not
Turn the stove up 400 Degreez
Man the block is hot
Shorty shake it, till she drop
Call my phone, she getting blocked
If you try to run up on my gang
Then you getting hopped
And your arms not long enough my nigga
You can't box with God

Ayo Jae!
Bring that shit back!

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a problem
Okay you a goon
But what's a goon to a goblin?
Nothing, nothing, nothing
You ain't scaring nothing
Rollin' off a bean
Man, I think I live in Boston
Came in with the drip
Got the sauce, she be lost in
Tongue between her legs by that creek
Like I'm Dawson
Took it real slow, like I'm on codeine
Left a smile on shorty face
Cause the dick game mean
And I'm rollin'

Dropped about a 50 pointer on my wrist
And I'm rollin'
And I'm with a fine brown skin
She look like Kelly Rowland
And I let her hold the keys
She fucking drive it like she stole it, Uh
Damn, she mooking hard off a star
She be rollin'
Dropped about a 50 pointer on my wrist
And I'm rollin'
And I'm with a fine brown skin
She look like Kelly Rowland
And I let her hold the keys
She fucking drive it like she stole it, Uh
Damn, she mooking hard off a star
She be rollin'

Jae Flow - The Breaks
Prod by Jae Flow

Uh, Ayo give me some room
Hold up, hold up man
Ayo, I said give me some room aight?
Uh, yo, Uh

Uh, it's Jae and I represent the Low
With 16's to go like I'm Dr. Gero
You hate to see it
I'm at ya show, talking to your hoe
She just want something real
You know how the game goes
Jealous boyfriends always get on my nerves
Always calling up their shorty while I play in her curls
Send him to voicemail
She love my stories bout wholesale
Whipping up the fish scale
Kitchen feels like Hell
Uh but we so close to heaven
I speak the gospel but nothing like a reverend
No half stepping, you can't fuck with my salsa
Lowland forever, you can't fuck with the mantra
Summer time's here, I'm outchea with the contra
Green with the orange hairs looking like Blanka
Hannnn
Crushing pills in the ziplock
Got me on criss-cross, baby I been lost
I feel like I'm the most slept on
Here comes the boogie man, looney man
Sleeping with ya lights on
She think she Brittany with my python
Giving her backshots
Screaming out "It's Jae!" with my flights on

Duyan Joy
Oh you fucking snapped nigga
You fucking snapped
Yo
How the fuck this nigga got cigarettes in his nose, ears and mouth, still rapping?
Somebody get this man