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Balla shit, nigga 
timer shit nigga 
(Regime shit baby) 
flossy shit, boi! 
(Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot) 
Rolex Rulez 
Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an Baggets an shit. 
Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga 
uh. 

Verse 1 

I started off wit heata shit 
carry a nine millameter shit 
Rolex on my wrist 
never fuckin wit Geneve shit 
(playboy whats Geneve shit?) 
somethin like 20 g's cheaper shit 
tryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit 
look juss like a Rollie, but it really ain't Rollie 
what the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake Rollie 
I never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make Rollie 
the Motra fake Rollie's, yo time an date gone break Rollie 
the type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take Rollie 
go out on a date, start makin bitches hate Rollie 
now pump yo brakes homie 
only the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant 
Rolex wear outside 
"Stayin Alive" like Wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut 
wise steps, hands carrassin my tech 
Rolex under my sleve nigga 
to each nigga playa hatin, I make you mutha fuckas bleed quicka 
I read niggas 
look in my eyes an die slowly 
meet my four-five 
niggas done died fo a Rollie 
I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely 
they died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie 
my four-five told me, that shit that crucify homies 
if I didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me 
die fo me 
eye fo an eye homie 
that's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my Rollie nigga 
Rolex Rulez. 

Chorus *(Phats Bossalini)* 2x 

Well an nigga wit the Rolex on 
you best believe he packin Stretch Armstrong 
some kinda gat or thang on him 
hit you bullet rain storms 
when you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain on 
listen. 

Verse 2 

To all my real playas 
throw yo Rollie's in the sky 
wave 'em side to side 
then keep yo four-five caulked to ride 
so many mutha fuckas done died 
tryin to steal a Rolex watch 
especially tryin to steal mines 
I remember the day I bought my first watch 
the turfs hot 
slangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don't stop 
raise niggas off the block who turf hop 
juss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first 
spot 
I'm wet 
cash the check, grab the tech an jet 
10 G's in my pocket headed straight to Spence 
I want my shit all baggets 
but it cost too much 
had to fuck wit somethin less 
ain't tryin to floss too much 
a straight gold Presidential 
no diamonds down the wrist 
Princess cabezel 
you know 
that's small timer shit 
but fuck that! 
I got the Rolex, chain an ring that match 
stack my scratch, until I got enough green to bring shit back 
exchange? Yes! 
Give up the chain an gain a Rolex 
drop some G's 
it's juss like property so invest 
an if you ever go broke, don't feel depressed under stress 
pawn yo shit, I give you what you paid an not a dolla less 
that's big timer shit 
white colla shit, so I jet 
I see some niggas casin the set 
hangin out by my Lex 
I grab the mutha fuckin Tech 9 
the first time, I get to hear that mutha fucka scream an whine 
Rolex Rulez! 

*(chorus)* 2x 

Uh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh. 
Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch. 
Regime shit, uh. 
Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleve. 
Haha. Cuz niggas tryin to get us. 
But I keep big heats, nigga. Uh. 
How many holes you want in yo ass? 
BLOW-BLOW! 
1, 2, or 3? Nigga what? 
BLOW-BLOW! 
Back the fuck up nigga. We do our thang, Rolex Rulez. 
I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potna 
or you will get flatlined. 
Done deal.

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