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Rollin'

par Xzibit

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Opener - Jelly Roll

Yeaaah
See I was dippin´ thru the city with a big ol (pistol)
Checkin´ out these ni*gas in the range (rover)
I´ve been smokin´, drinkin´ and I´m kinda tipsssy (yeeah)
Lookin´ thru my rearview they followin´ me (huuh)
I wonder why the f**k are they are followin´ me (huuh)
I see them ni*gas creepin´ 2 cars behind me (hmmm)
You´ll never catch me slippin´ just me and my (piece)
You must be smokin´ if you think Ima call the (police)

Verse 1 - Xzibit

I´m a beast, still got´em creased
Still got my converse stompin´ down the concrete (yeeeeaaaaah)
Black and blue Bugatti this is strong arm robbery, you can´t deny me
My garage a mirage, a collage of chrome
I look alive with the 9 when I leave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
This is grown man buziness, recognize the tone
If I don´t recognize the number, I won´t answer my phone
Rockin´ every area code, still stay in my zone
I don´t play no f**kin´ games now, b*tch I´m grown
Now crack your f**kin´ neck to this sh*t I´m on
(yeeeeah)

Chorus

64 chromed out rag top (rollin´)
Get your weight up cause X can´t stop (rollin´)
Ni*gas thought it was over but X came back (rollin´)
I´ve got my own sack to roll so I´m rollin´

Verse 2

My release bang thru the streets
We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
Ni*gas hatin´ gravitatin´ to the lies that they tell
My reality takin´ over where that fiction fails
What the hell, might as well show the cards I´m holdin´
Sweet taste aromatic backwood (rollin´)
Got the Range Rover super charged, complete with the strut kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what tha f**k b*tch
Boomerang my change, I re-arrange some thangs
My slang clip bang and expose they brains
Then I pray... Our Father who art in Heaven
Got people jumpin´ out the building like 9-11 (person falling)
Malcolm X to the Z landin´ on em like Plymouth Rock
You get knocked out, get socked in your f**kin´ mouth
Now everybody knows the buziness, you want it, come get it
But if you rollin´ throw it up and let me know that you wit it

Chorus - 2 x´s

Verse 3

I repeat my name over beats
Binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
Escalation elevation to another plateau
Sometimes you take a few steps back to mentally grow
Here we go what you know campaign in motion
Straight west coast in west worldwide (rollin´)
Got that Astin Martin, DB 9 equipped with a stash box
In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
Strip down my frame repave my lane insanewith my ink pen Citzen Kane
Don´t complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like sh*t when you sayin´ my name
It´s the Golden State heavyweight holding the belt
I´m a one (man) army ya´ll, I don´t need no help
This is the (pistol) I use to protect myself
Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health my nig

Chorus - 2 x´s

Opener - fades with (police, police, police)
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