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xzibit – rollin’

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(feat. jelly roll)


[intro: jelly roll]
see i was trippin through the city with a big ol’ – pistol
trickin off these n-gg-z in the raaaange – rental
i was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy
lookin through my rearview they followin me
i wonder why the f-ck are they followin me
i seem them n-gg-z 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

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 j-pan, 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 f-ckin games now b-tch i’m grown
now i crack your f-ckin neck to the sh-t i’m on

[chorus: xzibit]
six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin
get your weight up, cause x can’t stop rollin
n-gg-z thought it was over but x came back rollin
i got my own sack to roll so i’m rollin

yeah, my release, bang through the streets
we hang like orangutangs, mangle the beast
n-gg-z hatin, gravitatin to the lies that they tell
my reality takin over where that fiction fail
what the h-ll, 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 f-ck b-tch?
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 f-ckin 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]

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 sh-t 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]

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