Letras Roll Up A Blunt (Screwed) - H.A.W.K., H.A.W.K. , Big Pokey , Big Moe , Mike Breeze

Roll Up A Blunt (Screwed)

Hardcore carnivoure, the man you can’t ignore\nCertified platinum artist, 'fore my album hit the store\nFurther more it’s for sure, like I said before\nI deserve a encore, plus a whole lot more\nTime to settle the score, like Charlie Baltimore\nMade the crowd uproar, Southside ambassador\nFrom Ecuador Singapore, to El Salvador\nGot fans galore, that label me the emperor\nI’m the king, better get up under my wing\nBling-bling, goes the rocks on my bezeltyne\nChing-ching, it’s money over everything\nA battling, all broads on my ding-a-ling\nPinky ring, glistening with bout two karats\nBalling, out of control is a daily habit\nLiving lavish, following the steps of Alita\nAs I strive on a quest, to be my brother’s succeeder I be the\nHere record assassin, I’m dangerous\nPlus my status, is platinum plus\nIf you talking down, you need to hush\nRiding 20 inches, on my 6−4 bus\nStep out of line, I got to bust\nLeave out of state, remain anonymous\nI’m bout the dollar, in God I trust\nDon’t mess with broads, that are scandalous\nAll of these haters, envy me Cause they see my face, on BET\nMe and Kay-K, and Ron G Bout to take over, this industry\nAll of my partnas, feeling me Balling out of control, to the highest degree\nEverything costs, ain’t nothing free\nI got more zero’s, than the lottery I be the\nI’m the thoedest of the thoedest, when it comes to words\nAnd definitely one of the coldest, when it comes to birds\nAre V’s get slurred, with these nouns and verbs\nPlus the flashing of my jewelry, leaves your vision blurred\nFuck what you heard, my dress code superb\nAnd like Outkast, I stay crumbling herb\nI’m off the hook, the man you can’t over look\nAll crooks, bout to get they manhood took\nRaise the roof, if you got a fat pocketbook\nNow look, I’m in magazines and books\nRap game icon, and I don’t bar none\nSpit the realest of the real, like the Holy Caron\nThe Don phenomenon, pushing black Yukon\nCan’t you see I’m the one, that they label the bomb\nI leave 'em sprung, cloud full of smoke in my lungs\nAnd by the flipping of the tongue, I can make your gal cum I be the