Rollin'

Yeahhh! [Intro: Jelly Roll] See I was trippin through the city with a big ol' - PISTOL Trickin off these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAL I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy Lookin through my rearview they followin me I wonder why the fuck are they followin me I seem them niggaz creepin two cars behind me (hmm) You'll never catch me slippin just me and my - PIECE You must be smokin if you think I'ma call the - POLICE [Xzibit] I'm a beast, still got a crease Still got my Converse thumpin down the concrete YEAHHHHHHH, black and blue Bugati This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me My garage a mirage a collage of chrome I look alive with the nine when I leave my home Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome This is grown man business, recognize the tone If I don't recognize the number won't answer my phone Rockin every area code still stay in my zone I don't play no fuckin games now bitch I'm grown Now I crack your fuckin neck to the shit I'm on Yeah! [Chorus: Xzibit] Six-four, chromed out, ragtop ROLLIN Get your weight up, cause X can't stop ROLLIN Niggaz thought it was over but X came back ROLLIN I got my own sack to roll so I'm ROLLIN [Xzibit] YEAH, my release, bang through the streets We hang like orangutangs, mangle the beast Niggaz hatin, gravitatin to the lies that they tell My reality takin over where that fiction fail What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin Sweet taste, aeromatic, backwood ROLLIN Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck bitch? Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs My slang click bang and expose they brains Then I pray, our father who art in heaven Got people jumpin out the buildin like 9/11 Malcolm X to the X landin on them like Plymouth Rock (Yeah!) You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin mouth Now e'rybody know the business, you want it come get it (c'mon) But if you ROLLIN throw it up, let me know that you with it [Chorus - 2X] [Xzibit] YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats I binge on the finer things you cringe in defeat Escalation, elevation to another plateau Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion Straight West coast and West worldwide ROLLIN Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot Strip down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang Make it taste like shit when you sayin my name It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin the belt Cause I'm a one man army I don't need no help This is a - PISTOL, I use to protect myself Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health My nia [Chorus - 2X] [Intro - echoes at the end]