Song Description

Hip-Hop/ Techno Inspired/ New Orleans Bounce Music.

Lyrics

Hook:
We Gon' Roll!
Friday and Saturday Night

We Gon' Roll!
Pullin' every thing in sight

Johnny Hot's in that zone,
My money's long and my game is strong.

We Gon' Roll!
Cognac on the rocks

We Gon' Roll!
Whiskey and Tequila shots

Vodka, Seagram's Gin
Same time next week we'll do it again.

Verse 1
Well I'm a vet to the game, on a higher plane,
Switch gears and adjust on rough terrain.

I go a-gainst the grain, off the chain,
Spend 25 G's like pocket-change.
DANG!!!

I'm a stickler, quick to flip scriptures,
Comin' through like Catagory 5 twisters!

I boogie down to the bang bang boogie,
cCeep and tip-toe to the tely' with ya spoggie.

I'm a Gutter-Prince dressed to kill,
Hundred-dollar bills, Caddie's with gold grills.

I'm epidemic, ya'll are just a gimmick,
Step to the real, and I will put on a clinic!

Bank roll to fat to fold,
The game was complex but I cracked the code.
Took some time off now I'm back to role,
And I got mo' fans than the Black and Gold! (the N.O Saints)
Hook 2:

Verse 2:
I'm outta control, outta yo league, outta sight,
if that's ya girlfriend she wasn't last night!

Playboy Johnny's on a quest for paper,
Bringin' it to ya raw, uncut with no chaser.

Take cover,
I'm truly gutter,
Nailin' it like a three point bucket at the buzzer;
Nevertheless do not test a brother,
The night clubber,
Snatch yo girl like a mugger.
OHH!!!

Any color, race or creed,
I'll give you what you need,
Yes in-damn-deed.
HA!!

The mothership just landed,
So don't be stagnant,
Shake ya money magnet.

Over there! who's that? homie lookah!
Lil' mama got bottom like a sub-woofer.
Yeh!

On the scene gettin' my flirt-on,
Pull up at the club in a Beamer with no shirt-on!

Hook 3:

Verse 3:
Umm-
Here's my story, guts and glory,
On how the game had me in purgatory.

Now I tote grip with six-digit figures,
Feel no stress, too Blessed to be bitter!

Big clout so I'm 'bout my chedder,
When the south's on drought then I'm 'bout whatever.
I put in work like a Black-n-Decker,
In the spot-light
Hot like
Cayanne-pepper!

Ya can't do it like Johnny Hot,
My roots run deep in the streets so try me not.
Over the top,
Opening shop.
Get buck while I'm swingin' on ducks like soap-in-a-sock!

Damn!
Come here girl with ya sexy-ass,
Johnny Hot'll bend you up like plexi glass.

Hit the floor baby don't be coy.
Signing off, your's truly, the Platinum Playboy!

Hook 4: