Lyrics Dom Kennedy

Dom Kennedy

Who Rollin Wit Me

I'm only copin the fresh kicks

Who rollin with me

I'm only spotted with the best bitch

Who rollin with me

I'm only hot with that West shit

Who rollin with me

Who, Who rollin with me

I only flow on the best beats

Who rollin with me

And if I smoke it's the best trees

Who rollin with me

I love a girl with a fresh weave

Who rollin with me

Who, Who rollin with me

You know who Dom is, Leimert Park to the heart

Motherfucker ya'll niggas know what the time is

It's ya flyness, kids are so misguided

About Hip-Hop, but this here should remind em

Yup, this here should define em

A soul entity, it's soul in the beats

I'm cold in the heat, I'm so into me

Ya ho be, and you know I'm finna see

What's good with her, If I could hit her

I would have gave her the dougie shit if I could sit up (Huh?)

Nigga I wish I would give up

And let ya'll get the Grammy that I'm supposed to pick up

I'm in the best sneakers, With the best Divas

With no distribution, I make the West reach ya

This that next t-Shirt, with my face on it

Tell the truth ma, you love the way I taste don't it

I only step in the fly shoe's

And signed me up for a size two

I'm a get a six forty five too

I only rock with my hat low

Let's bump this Nas and this Camp Lo

Turn it up let them Amps blow

Man I'm LA's "Say Hey", fresher than 8th grade

Stop the beat one time they bringin back my Grey J's

I'm sharper than a tape fade

Seen round the way more than niggas in them fake Bapes

Excuse me miss are you a playmate?

Oh a video girl and you used to date Ray Jay?

Yea, that's that LA lay

Light skinned thick, shop at Boutiques and DaDa's

Sorry Cube it was a great day

I even take this chick from the Bay that work at SafeWay (Safe?)

Two magnums, did it the safe way

Thinkin back to when I used my radio to make tapes

But now everything they play safe, trap, crack, rap

Shit they gonna take it away Jason

So fuck the beef, power, and K day

Who rollin with me

Who rollin with me

I only rock what you don't cop

Ten West and it don't stop

Skillz beatin, it's gone rock

I sit back and my chick drive

I like yours but this mine

It's top of the world this time

Baby girl, is you rollin with me?

Let's pop it off, have a soda with me

Oh word, ya home girl when to Audubon with me

Myspace, got a photo with me

But don't got the photo with you

So I don't think you get the picture

I'm too sharp to be in Megapixels

My "Put together" be dead official

And I ain't tryin to just bed it with you

Argument's I would dread it with you

Matter fact if there's a ribbon in the sky

I gladly take a ride and go get it with you

I feel like a kid again, no bet, I wanna hit again

I'm just talkin shit again, Man, here go my shit again

Number 9 with a Ice Tea

Let's stand in line for these Nike's G

Thank the Lord for Spike Lee

"Peace Out" to the West Side

From Accord's to S5's

I love four's with the meshed sides