Dice

Roll the dice Need seven or 11, look Pay me now, I'm not keepin Owe Me's in a book Know a couple homies and All them homies they some crooks Sippin on some Captain All them Captains just like Hook That mean they run they own books Boss niggas, my niggas We drippin like a brook, look I make shawty wet Now she drippin like a brook, look Changin all these outfits she so tasty call that cook book Now she boostin my ego, I'm playin w fire She say it blunt and it got me so high up She want a lover and she want a fighter I told her I'll love her and that if fight her It will be in the sheets, passion desire Say she want a freak, I will supply her I'll make her sing, now she in a choir Makin her scream like she touched a live wire Sometimes ya got to roll the dice Sometimes ya got to hold 'em tight To the chest Take a deep breath Shake it in ya hand then Go ahead and roll the dice Asocial, rather be up in my studio Don't touch me like the world is full of cooties yo But don't get me wrong I'm still chillin with my cutie Hand all on her booty I just drink her like a smoothie Cause she thick In the hips Lick them lips She the shit That's my chick We get lit Then I spit Or I rip Somethin on the keys Make her weak In the knees When I sing She didn't know that I could sing Sometimes ya got to roll the dice Sometimes ya got to hold 'em tight To the chest Take a deep breath Shake it in ya hand then Go ahead and roll the dice Roll the dice Need seven or 11, shoot Vini Vidi Vici Takin everybody's loot Call me Paul, I pierce you with the truth The biggest gang around signs a shield And they wear blue, ooh I'm bouncin off the walls no paddin Straight-jacket fashion Savage reactions Eye/I lash out Poke you in your eye Teeth gnashin Ask him, don't ask him I don't care what happen My cousin got life cause she wouldn't start yappin Always a real one she never been cappin Been to hell and back in a hand basket Don't close the casket 'Til you place the gasket Cause I shouldn't be let out Feel like Chris, I need to Get Out Hit the garage take the 'Vette out Hit the hangar take the jet out Thoughts after I touch the 'rillo Dream before my head hit the pillow Stay armored up like armadillos Everyday the game will try to kill you So sometimes ya got to roll the dice Sometimes ya got to hold 'em tight To the chest Take a deep breath Shake it in ya hand then Go ahead and roll the dice