– GoodFellaz TV Staff

YAOWAAA!!! Check out behind-the-scenes footage from the video-shoot for Joell Ortiz New Video “Roll Deep” on GoodFellaz TV. Footage shot by Ducatti from “Fade 2 Black” films.

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And check out the lyrics, as well as the official “Roll Deep” video from Joell Ortiz (produced by Statik Selektah) below, courtesy on the badguys!!

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Joell Ortiz “Roll Deep” Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah, that’s it, you found it

My nigga Victor gon’ fuckin’ kill this shit right here

(I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican)

 

[Verse 1]

Oh you ain’t know?

You could leave with half of your face with one Ayo (AYO!)

We play no games, been that fuego

Bang then we lay low, plane to the island, I’m with Tego

Ice grill chill out, melt your whole grill out

Mouth piece spill out, you laying there, still out

Waking up the ambulance, paperwork to fill out

We hop up in them new things that peel out

Ain’t nothing sweet, our bakery is street

Heroes get holes like bagels, we roll deep

It’s straight bread over here, fireworks everywhere, you over there, huh?

Fam, you live once, dead, I’m in here going Pernil

That’s one step up from ham

I do it ‘cause I can, I got that live music in my pocket, bands

 

[Hook]

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican (x4)

Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

 

[Verse 2]

Yep, yep, I do this, fuck up intruders

Pull up to your block in a putt putt with shooters

I’m hood to the hood power, salute your boy with a good Yaowa (YAOWA)

Hard man, you let in a dope boy pedaller

Still got work with a chirp on a cellular

Still in the hood, I’m a barber shop regular

Ask about the boy, man, etcetera

My broads is the baddest, horses and carriage

I could walk in with something gorgeous from Paris

Back side, yaowa, awesome … back shots later on, I snag it

Yeah, this is payback, yeah, it’s from way back

When niggas had jokes, now I laugh in a Maybach

I ain’t bragging about what I drive, let’s just say that

I pull up to the hood and y’all hate that

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 3]

A night with the papi, Sprite with Bacardi

Fifth in a Wrangler, knife in a party

Goons everywhere, bitches everywhere

You damn right we everywhere, nigga

You slumped at the bar, my team in the cut

Green in my jeans, green in the dutch

She want a apple mar, green in her cup

She’ll be back tomorrow, yep

Ain’t really nothing you can do

Your boy is on fire, I’m turning up the oven and the fuel

Look at you, disgusting with the flu

Sick of me, rubbing on your stomach like you do

Milk crate posse, slam down copy

Ices for papi, drip down sloppy, better boy watch me, I’m PR’s Rocky

Hooker, ain’t anybody try to stop me

[Hook]