Roscoe Umali Lyrics – Live it Up!

Jan 15 2012 Published by under Lyrics

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Live it up, do it big,
We keep it poppin’ just like this.
Bones pop them bottles in the club.
Ladies put your drinks on up,
Live it up!

It’s Roscoe OOH-mali,
Catch me at the crib sippin’ cargo rossi.
AO-Dubs the click; I don’t care who you run with,
Dawg, I’ll split your whole posse.
Make ‘em get dumb; go stupid and retarded,
Ghost ride the whip with your kid in the car seat.
The Bay, they push Yay and Swiss Broccoli.
In LA, we move weight in Maseratis.
And you’ve prolly never seen a playa quite like me,
I pop bottles with the best, and boss up with E-40.
The West Coast supports me; East Coast loves me;
Down South they give me spins like I’m rappin’ over funk beats.
I’m universal.
It just took a few rehearsals with the Hennessey, Hypnotic, and that Purple Total.
And now I’m on one.
I seen a couple ladies in the crowd; now it’s about time I jump on some!

Live it up, do it big,
We keep it poppin’ just like this.
Bones pop them bottles in the club,
Ladies put your drinks on up,
Live it up, do it big,
We keep it poppin’ just like this.
Throwing money in the sky,
It’s ’bout time; we gotta shine!
Live it Up!

You can find me pullin’ off the lot in a brand new Jag.
Let a sucka’ have it if he breakin’ my path,
Trespass, and get split in half!
Me know Sam-Sam, Me know Mark,
Me know Captain, Me know Clark… Kent.
Ain’t no tellin’ how many hos I done seen,
My pockets ain’t touchin’, and they ain’t full of no lead.
I’m a certified showstar, raised and groomed,
Ever since I can remember, 40 been a tycoon.
I punched the gas, then I hit the brakes,
Find more similar lyrics on .http://findsonglyrics.org/26Xm.I served the hat, and I cooked the cakes.
Attended many funerals, attended wakes,
Followed niggas home and got they license plates (OOH).
Fairly long, you can tell by my baller tummy,
Roscoe Umali and E-40 got a roll of money!

Live it up, do it big,
We keep it poppin’ just like this.
Bones pop them bottles in the club.,
Ladies put your drinks on up,
Live it up, do it big,
We keep it poppin’ just like this.
Throwing money in the sky,
It’s ’bout time; we gotta shine!
Live it Up!

It ain’t as much to say Roscoe’s the freshest,
And I don’t just spit game,
Homie, I teach lessons.
If it ain’t about the paper, I tell ‘em get to steppin,
I was ballin even way before I ever sold a record.
I’m a boss; I just happen to rap good,
Pour yourself a drink, jig, twist up a back wood.
Relax yourself, let your conscience be free,
And I’ll rock it to the sounds of Umali and E-40.
Yeah, I see shorty, I was like, “What’s happenin’? “
Yo boy been fly, girl, this ain’t no accident.
My whole team is max; you can go ask your friends,
They’ll tell you bout the whole J. Black and ‘em.
I’m a seasoned veteran, ya’ll need practice and,
Took a break from rap, and now I’m back again,
And this time around we ’bout to make it official,
And stack chips by the fiscal. Come On!

Live it up, do it big,
We keep it poppin’ just like this.
Bones pop them bottles in the club.,
Ladies put your drinks on up,
Live it up, do it big,
We keep it poppin’ just like this.
Throwing money in the sky,
It’s ’bout time; we gotta shine!
Live it Up!

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