Rollin' Wit You

You can't imitate me on this fuckin' tape
 You ain't ringing the bell, you ain't
 I'm ready when you are
 You ain't ringing the bell
 You ain't busting the grape
 You ain't imitating me on this fuckin' tape
 You ain't ringing the bell
 You ain't busting the grape
 You ain't imitating me on this fuckin' tape
 You ain't ringing the bell
 You ain't busting the grape
 You ain't imitating me on this fuckin' tape
 You ain't ringing the bell
 You ain't busting the grape
 You ain't imitating me on this fuckin' tape
 You ain't ringing the bell
 You ain't busting the grape
 You ain't imitating me on this fuckin' tape
 You ain't ringing the bell
 You ain't busting the grape
 You ain't imitating me on this fuckin' tape
 What I'm tellin' you all bitch ass niggas
 If y'all don't fuckin', if y'all coloured bitch ass
 Faggot, punk ass motherfuckers don't see
 That these white people are trying to take over your shit
 Don't worry, you'll better be happy the Ol' Dirty Bastard is here
 You'll better be happy that I'm here
 To, to, to beat the shit out of all y'all faggot punk ass motherfuckers
 Bitch ass niggas
 I shut the fuckin' whole world down
 You white motherfuckers could never
 Y'all can't ever take over, you can't ever take over
 You shut the fuck up and you shut the fuck up
 That's what the fuck you do
 Can I get a beer? Yo, I need some beer
 You ain't usin' your phone, you ain't callin' the cops
 'Cause nigga, I'm the only king of the block
 I'm the only black God, motherfucker
 And I came to rock the spot
 While when I throw football pass at a bitch, she miss
 Ain't trying to be funny, gonna use my fist
 You can't use the family feud
 You can't run it on a cuckooo
 You bring shame, I'll keep Ol' Dirty safe
 Not locked up 'cause I'll have your fuckin' ass locked up
 I'll stash you, lickin' you down, light that blunt
 You ain't gettin' one, two, I do what I want
 If I got a problem
 A problem got a problem until it's gone
 I'm the only unique A son
 You reap what you saw, fuckin' with the O
 I got the precinct locked down
 You ain't using the po po, fuck you, so, so
 I got the keys to your hoe, I'll stop your whole flow
 All you bitches roll, would be from the ghetto
 You want me to control this fuckin' show
 Give Ol' Dirty what he want and mo
 'Cause I'll stop your goat, mafia
 'Cause I'll stop your goat, mafia
 Pay me all my motherfucking money
 Or I'ma slow down your dough
 Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
 Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
 Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
 Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
 You might be in danger, you'll have a sex changer
 I'm gettin' more anger, call me Dr. Stranger
 I master the demon, demonic toys
 Sting you with the venom, kill your joy
 Bitches throw your hands in the air, like to be sodomized
 That's what I'm here for, that's what I'm all about
 I get girls and they wonder
 What they get is a clean fuck from me, oh baby
 Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
 I control Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'
 No matter what
 Fuck with the guys that'll make you shrug
 I'm the only original, fuck you, chump, shut the fuck up
 Yo, did you understand that?
 Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
 Jesus, I'm rollin' with you
 Jesus, I'm rollin' with you