Beef High Rollah
Bring in the arms
Another soul be sufferin’
Bring in the arms
I am, south of the border
I am, way out of reach
I am, in controle
Don’t need no one to preach
My partner left me
But I’m not gonna stop
A stab in the back
From the wrong man for the job
Skip it and
Get down (now)
This ain’t no party get your face to the ground
Was there a complaint behind your counter
I am a High rollah
Don’t stand between me and my goal or
Xtra Xtra read all about it
You’ll be in the papers too
I gonna stay like this
At least for a while
I’m down with my attitude
Yes, I’m down with my style
I am a natural,
Born with the touch
For I got what it takes
Love to feel my AK shake
Get down now
This ain’t no party get your face to the ground
Was there a complaint behind your counter
I am High rollah
Soo in controle
Xtra Xtra read all about it
You’ll be in the papers to
Get down now.
This ain’t no party get your face to the ground
Was there a complaint
Was there a complaint I ask ya
High rollah
And you’re between me and my goal we go
Xtra Xtra read all about it
You’ll be in the papers to
Roll out your arms
I say your speciale forces
I don’t hold my fire
If you don’t hold your horses
I got no stage fright
Knock on my dressingroom door
One minute
Been there, done that and ‘bout to do it some more
Johny never good for nothing
Johny always get into trouble
Johny’s not the one to count on
Well here’’s Johnny
And look at me now !
Get down (now).
This ain’t no party
get your face to the ground
Did I hear a complaint behind the counter
High rollah
Don’t stand between me and my goal
Pha Pha Pha Pha Pha Pha Pha Pha Pha Pha
Q’est que c’est
Get down (now).
This ain’t no party
This ain’t no party
Was there a complaint behind your counter
High rollah
With the shit in controle
Xtra Xtra read all about it
You’ll be in the papers too