Rollin' Wit Umdadda - Masta Ace Incorporated

«Rolling with a posse is the only way to go»

«U.to the M., D.A.

to the D.A.»

Here comes the ill kid acting unruly

Hat on sideways, just like a movie

I don’t got no beef, what ya think?

I don’t wanna snatch ya link

I just wanna know, where’d you get that drink?

Cause the place is looking kinda packed

Hope they’re knowing how to act

As I step with my boys to the back

Boots and jeans are the attire

No dress code

Hear the bass from the amplifier

Like

«Ayo what the hell ya playing?

It’s hip hop night, not rock n' roll daying.»

Hey DJ won’t you play that song

You know the one that keep me dancing all night long

Kid Capri’s late on the wheels

There’s a Nazi skinhead with stubble

There’s going to be some trouble

So, step to the rear

I’m rolling with Umdadda

(U.to the M., D.A. to the D.A.)

Hey, eyes are burning and they hurt from the smoke

Yo, somebody’s skunking and it ain’t no joke

Two big body guards, kinda cock diesel

Standing with the owner cause he’s a fucking weasel

Tried to play us for the doe when we do a show

That’s not how it go (That's not how it go)

So we had to tell that asshole

Don’t be messing with the cash flow

I’m rolling with Ken Do, Blue, Ice Uneek, and wait right here

Yo, I gotta take a leak and it’s gonna be a long (long one on ya)

I smell ammonia

Waiting in line on the pissy ass floor and

Hurry up homeboy, it’s gonna start pouring

Down my leg, I only had one drink

But I can’t wait no more so I piss in the sink

Step to the rear

I’m rolling with Umdadda

That’s right homeboy you better make way

Rolling with a posse is the only way to go

(U.to the M., D.A. to the D.A.)

Back on the scene, yo what’s the commotion?

So many heads it looks like the ocean

Somebody’s brawling, fighting

Punching, kicking

Spitting and biting

I catch a blow but my head’s like a rock

I pull out the shank that I keep in my sock

Feels like I might have a jammie to the eye

Next kid that touch me get sliced like a pie

So ya better stop the madness

It’s time for the show

Chill with the punches, it’s time to say «ho»

And everything stops as quick as it started

The kids that was flipping and acting retarded

Now they dancing and they just won’t stop

Cause the DJ put on the hip hop