Sir Michael Rocks
Текст песни Cell Dope

Pocket full of dollars and 3 or 4 cellphones
We get 2 of them we get gone
A real villain rock o to the elbows
And my mama thinking that I sell dope, dope
Go, go, go, go
All white folks thinking that I sell dope, dope
Go, go, go, go
Now my mama thinking that I sell dope

The most ravishing, the crown ruler phenomenal
The swiss alps on the reign the abominable snowman
Pulling bags out of the coke can, play your role or get cut out of the program
My time is money man my minutes is pricey
Don't talk me to death or you will see in it nicely
Trunk sound like Kimbo or however you slice it, I'm the nicest
Got my license revoked, damn
Different cell phones, I got all types on them hoes
iPhone for the bizness, I'm drinking with the bitches
Left for man crib with a sink full of dishes
My bank roll got more suspicious
Wanna investigate, got the recipe to get the cake
Then I invest it in a better way
So the rumor, he got a little dough, for real?
Drinking a little more but we spill more

Pocket full of dollars and 3 or 4 cellphones
We get 2 of them we get gone
A real villain rock o to the elbows
And my mama thinking that I sell dope, dope
Go, go, go, go
All white folks thinking that I sell dope, dope

Go, go, go, go
Now my mama thinking that I sell dope

Yeah, he hold money in his fist with only rollie on his wrist
And every year my nigger's mad, and they no goalie on this bitch
I'm on a roll, you're on the bench
Stripper pole in the garage
And a couple different hoes that we met at the Mirage
They was bugging Chicken headed bitches wouldn't pluck them with another man hand with a glove or nothing
Nothing nada, because …if you gotta, I'd rather rock Nautica than Prada
Bald man water fresh out of the water, twisting off glass that's greener than the iguana
Picking up the glass from the razor crash, could have been bad,
Hopped out, not even a scratch
Corey said pulled the drops up, 97 blue Carrera with the top down
I'm the one that you should watch now, yeah

Pocket full of dollars and 3 or 4 cellphones
We get 2 of them we get gone
A real villain rock gold the elbows
And my mama thinking that I sell dope, dope
Go, go, go, go
All white folks thinking that I sell dope, dope
Go, go, go, go
Now my mama thinking that I sell dope.




Thanks to nakrul

Thanks to liam for correcting these lyrics