Rock And Roll
Fam-Lay Lyrics


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[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this

[Hook 1]
But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam! we can roll up (Star Track)
But Fam! don't try to roll up (Star Track)
Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause it's like that

[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]
The fiends is dyin', things is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Right on time and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight shinin'
But y'all niggaz don't know bout this
Fresh new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit
I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch
From a place on Earth called Huntersville
Where people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me
I'll be on the curb movin' dubs and d's
And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
I ever get caught then it was to be
I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this

[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean

[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]
I stand on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
Waitin' for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my right hand bad as hell
I would've kept shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet
won't'cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot stop it
Walkin' on the block with life in my pocket
I'm trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know bout this





[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]

Overall Meaning

In Fam-Lay's song "Rock N' Roll Remix," he talks about his past experiences as a drug dealer in the hood, taking the listener back to the early 80s when his cousin Stacey had a pearl Mercedes and his aunt cousin Wack had a black on black Ac' coupe Legend with gold in the back. He reminisces about being young and running around Wild to get the mail and how he was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit. He mentioned that he got caught and was bailed out by his cousin E, telling the listeners if you ain't from the hood, then you don't know about this.


Fam-Lay seems to talk about the hustle and the dangers of the streets, talking about how he stands on his block with both hammers cocked, waiting for someone to act up. He mentions that he's a crime boss 365 days a year, always looking for a Nina Ross to ride with him, picking up his cash and sliding on sweet. He emphasizes that the listener might not comprehend the street life cause they haven't lived it, that they don't know about this.


Line by Line Meaning

Rock and roll, man roll and rock
Fam-Lay is starting off with a shoutout to rock and roll but using it as an expression to mean that he's ready to hustle and make money, and he's always on the move.


I got tens, got twenties, got fifty blocks
He has cash money stashed in various places, ready to buy supplies for his hustle.


I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
He has to buy marijuana (smoke) to sell, and he's got cocaine (coke) to sell.


Sold much coke, got coke in jail
He has sold a lot of cocaine but got caught, and it landed him in jail.


In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
Fam-Lay is flexing his wealth and success by mentioning his friend Pharrell and their fancy ride.


This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
He's referring to his friend Pharrell who is also a producer and musician, and his beats are fresh and unique.


But I'ma take you back to the early eighties
He's about to tell a story that took place in the early 80s.


When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
Fam-Lay recalls his cousin Stacey having a fancy car, a pearl white Mercedes.


My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Fam-Lay's family member had a black car with black rims.


Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the back
Another family member had a gold-trimmed coupe Legend car.


I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Fam-Lay was young and reckless, not afraid to get into trouble.


Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
He was hustling, trying to make money.


Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
Younger kids were trying to learn Fam-Lay's style and tactics for hustling.


I was twelve years old brought it to the school
He started hustling at a young age and even brought his business to school.


Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
He was good at turning a profit and selling his merchandise quickly.


You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this
Fam-Lay is asserting that people who didn't grow up in a certain kind of environment won't understand his way of life and how he makes money.


The fiends is dyin', things is lyin'
Fam-Lay is painting a picture of a dangerous and corrupt environment where drug addicts are dying and people are lying.


Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Even with the death and chaos, there are still people buying drugs on the streets.


Right on time and money on the mind and
Fam-Lay is always on time and has making money on his mind.


On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight shinin'
He's driving on 24-inch rims, and the women love it.


Fresh new kicks with the new outfit
He's dressed in new clothes and shoes, always looking fresh.


Got the all black top with the black on black
He's wearing all black clothing, and his car has black rims and a black top.


You ever see me creepin, just back on back
If you see him in the streets, you should just back off and let him do his thing.


Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit
He's carrying a gun and is willing to use it to protect himself.


I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch
Fam-Lay prides himself on being tough and not a snitch.


From a place on Earth called Huntersville
He's giving the name of the neighborhood he grew up in, Huntersville.


Where people out there got love for real
Despite the dangerous environment, there are still people who have a sense of community and care for each other.


Got love for all who got love for me
He appreciates people who support him and show him love.


If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me
He's not a coward and won't back down from a fight.


I'll be on the curb movin' dubs and d's
He's selling dime bags (dubs) and dollar bags (d's) of drugs on the sidewalk.


And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
If you've ever bought a dime bag of drugs, chances are it was from Fam-Lay.


I ever get caught then it was to be
He knows the risk of getting caught and arrested for his illegal activities.


I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
If he gets arrested, he trusts his cousin E to bail him out of jail.


Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
He's back in his fancy car and has a mobile phone (a luxury item in the early 80s).


Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
He's been up all night hustling and is finally done at 11am, and the women he's with need to leave.


Trynta score and get this shit off quick
He's still hustling and making quick money.


Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
Fam-Lay is anticipating a fight and is ready for it to begin.


When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark
He's expecting punches and guns to come out during the fight.


And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream
The women around them will start to run and scream when the fight begins.


And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean
After the fight, Fam-Lay and his crew will leave in their luxury car and it will look clean and impressive.


I stand on my block, the cam on the spot
Fam-Lay is standing on his street corner where he sells drugs, and there's a camera nearby.


My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
He has two guns in his pocket, ready to shoot if needed.


Waitin' for a nigga to just act up
Fam-Lay is anticipating trouble and is prepared to defend himself.


My right hand big six, got my bait back up
He's holding a gun that has six shots, and he has backup nearby.


Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell
People who see Fam-Lay's success and wealth are envious and angry.


Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales
Those who are jealous are acting childish and whiny.


Mad cause my right hand bad as hell
They're mad because he's good at fighting and shooting with his right hand.


I would've kept shootin', but I had a sale
If there wasn't a sale happening, Fam-Lay might have kept firing his gun in the altercation.


See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five
Fam-Lay considers himself a leader of criminal activity all year-round.


Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
He's looking for a woman to be his partner in crime and ride with him in his car (Nina Ross is a nickname for a handgun).


Picked up my cash and slide all sweet
After hustling and making money, he picked up the cash and left the scene smoothly.


Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
Someone tried to steal from Fam-Lay, and he responded violently and potentially killed them (knocked their heart off beat).


Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet
People are talking trash to him as if there are no consequences, but Fam-Lay is proving them wrong.


won't'cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
He's telling people to take cash from someone else because he won't be an easy target.


Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot stop it
Hustling and making money is a part of his nature, and he can't stop doing it.


Walkin' on the block with life in my pocket
He's always on the block making money, and he has a lot of cash on him.


I'm trynta score and get this shit off quick
He's still hustling and trying to make quick cash.




Lyrics ยฉ CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: BRIAN JOHNSON, DEAN DAVID VINCENT

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@gifi11

"Walking down the block with life in my pocket" still one of the hardest lines

@LittySmitty

Facts

@Kemmissioner

โ€œHardestโ€ lines

@thechemi5083

@@Kemmissioner is he talking about Crack of what?

@Manny-nm8dh

@@thechemi5083 Yep

@sayitaintsotv299

Facts thatโ€™s why the had to to use in hit me on my beeper ๐Ÿ“Ÿ

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@mauriceselsey3403

Man we deserved so much more from this man

@rydaloc7

Frozen cups hit tho, also we went to swimming classes from *
(Suburban Park) to Huntersville

@Mo_TheGhost

This song go I'm old tho...

@rjapplewhite

Both of them

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