Lirik Lagu Rollin' - Redman
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Nineteen ninety mother fuckin sixThat's that shit thoughGet the motherfuckin Squad packedWe got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is bondTest the crew with the guns and let's get this shit on
Why, must I be like that? Why, must I pack the gat?On my left, niggaz be rollin with the ruckusReady to get deep bust rounds upon some suckazHeard PPP and LOD is a bunch of crazy motherfuckersJourney to the land is onThe winner of the spittin bomb marathonThe fuck you up lyrathon, whatever you chooseprepare to lose that titleTurnin vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncleswho started smokin weed outta biblesGave me a puff when I bust my first rifleMen-estration cycles, I give bitchesBring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitchesWhateva, go crew for crew, blow for blowBang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoeI keep it rollin...
Ask yourself manHow ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complextureMy whole texture is bombin, destroyin da schools of the wackFrom the Land of the Lost, you get tossedListen to my veloc(ity), my crew's comin offYeah, more sneaky than casino switchesDiggin ditches for all Moskino bitchesClockin decimal figures, I'm gettin out diggersNow my choice of truck is a Landcause a Landcruise much biggerIt pack two to three more niggazDamn I hate a golddiggerYeah, gimme that microphoneI make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's homeI keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zonesLove seafood and keep my nine millimis chromeSo it can shine up your domeWhen I proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like Sea BreezeWreckin your ass armaggedeon styleTwenty four seven whileMy crew chin check your profile(Rollin...)
I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme makerGrimy by nature, database makerPlay em out like Sega, SaturnBlow your blocks in pattern
Why, must I be like that? Why, must I pack the gat?On my left, niggaz be rollin with the ruckusReady to get deep bust rounds upon some suckazHeard PPP and LOD is a bunch of crazy motherfuckersJourney to the land is onThe winner of the spittin bomb marathonThe fuck you up lyrathon, whatever you chooseprepare to lose that titleTurnin vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncleswho started smokin weed outta biblesGave me a puff when I bust my first rifleMen-estration cycles, I give bitchesBring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitchesWhateva, go crew for crew, blow for blowBang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoeI keep it rollin...
Ask yourself manHow ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complextureMy whole texture is bombin, destroyin da schools of the wackFrom the Land of the Lost, you get tossedListen to my veloc(ity), my crew's comin offYeah, more sneaky than casino switchesDiggin ditches for all Moskino bitchesClockin decimal figures, I'm gettin out diggersNow my choice of truck is a Landcause a Landcruise much biggerIt pack two to three more niggazDamn I hate a golddiggerYeah, gimme that microphoneI make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's homeI keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zonesLove seafood and keep my nine millimis chromeSo it can shine up your domeWhen I proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like Sea BreezeWreckin your ass armaggedeon styleTwenty four seven whileMy crew chin check your profile(Rollin...)
I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme makerGrimy by nature, database makerPlay em out like Sega, SaturnBlow your blocks in pattern
