FAM-LAY Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Rock N' Roll Lyrics

f/ Kelis, Pharrell Williams

 

 

 [Pharrell Williams]

 Hmmm yess sirrrrr..

 

 [Verse: Fam-Lay]

 I rock and roll and roll and rock

 I got 10's, got 20's, got fifty blocks

 I got smoke in back, coke for sale

 So much coke got coke in jail

 In the white Rolls Royce wit my man Pharrell

 This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale

 But I'm a take it back to the early 80's

 Where my couzin Stacey had the pearl Mecerdes

 My aunt-couzin Wamp had the black on black

 Ac' Coupe Legend wit the gold in the back

 I was just a lil' youngin running wild as hell 

 Running 'round wild trying to get that mail

 Lil' shorty whose trying to learn the rules

 I was twelve years old brought the tool to school

 Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit

 You ain't from the hood y'all don't know bout this

 

 [Chorus: Fam-Lay + (Pharrell)]

 But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Trak)

 Try to set up shop get clothed up (Star Trak)

 Hey I'm the cannon man I got more than frozen cups

 I got ya chopped, tossed, sour, diesel roll ups 

 (Fam!) We could roll up (Star Trak)

 (Fam!) Don't try to roll up (Star Trak)

 Don't make me pull these motherfucking fo's up

 Cause it's like that!

 

 [Verse: Fam-Lay]

 The fiends is dying, fiends is lying

 Missle on the streets of the fiends is still buying

 Right on time and - money on the mind and

 On them 24's them bitches stay shining

 But y'all niggas don't know bout this

 Fresh new kicks wit the new outfit

 Got the all black top wit the black on black

 You ever seen me creeping just back on back

 Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit

 I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch

 From a place on Earth called Huntersville

 Where people out there got love for real

 Got love for all who got love for me

 If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me

 I'll be on the curb moving dubs and D's

 So if you ever bought a dub then it was from me

 I ever get caught then it was the B

 I'm a just make bail by my couzin E

 Back on the porch wit the mobile phone

 Like eleven in the morning them hoes don't go home

 Tried to sco' and get this shit off quick

 You ain't from the hood y'all don't know bout this

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Bridge: Kelis]

 Aww shit, this is part when the fight just start

 When the fists get to swinging and the 4-5th spark

 And then the bitches get to running and the bitch just scream and

 We speed off in the Rolls and it's so damn clean

 

 [Verse: Fam-Lay]

 I stand on my block, the gamblest spot

 My hands in my pocket both hammers is cocked

 Waiting for a nigga to just act up

 My right hand big six got my big back up

 Lookers lookin all jealous lookin mad as hell

 Acting like little girls like tattle tales

 Mad cause my right hand bad as hell

 I woulda kept shooting but I had to sell

 See I'm a Crown Boss 365

 Lookin for a nina raw sheet just to ride

 Picked up my cash and slide off sweet

 Nigga tried to snatch ass knocked his heart of beat

 Nigga talked trash like the shit all sweet

 Won't ya all take the cash dog, not off me

 Hustlers in my veins, you cannot stop it

 Walking on the block wit life in my pocket

 I'm tryin' to sco' and get this shit off quick

 You ain't from the ghetto y'all don't know bout this

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Bridge]