Rollin Lyrics

by Game

[Intro x2: Kanye West]
Will I ever change in this
life?
My grandma said I'll
never change and she
right
Y'all think that L.A. gang
banging, shit right
Well you finna' find out
what the game be like
[Verse 1: Game]
Red rag on my rear view
No tint in the Porsche,
see clear through
God screaming up out
them speakers so loud
that a nigga can't hear
you
Wake up to a diamond
cross, I'm a Christian
Got a nigga feeling like
Obama 'nem
Niggas shout out my
windows, they yelling,
say ?
They sprayed up my 'Rari,
they keyed up my
Bentley
They went at my top dog
like Ab-Soul and Kendrick
I said I'm a killa', god
damn it I meant it
I said I sold crack, nigga
bubbling skillets
At my grandma's house, I
was selling work in it
And god bless her soul,
she died
Back out the four, load up
the five
Pop up the trunk, load up
them pots
Aye 'Ye, is this how them
niggas do it in the Chi?
Vice Lords, VD's
Crips and Bloods in the ?
on goldie
Yes a nigga did swore he
was a man in the hood,
now he begging for his
life on both knees
I'm a killer, no ?
Ask 40 Glocc , niggas
don't know me
Got a problem blood,
then come show me
I'm on Rose Crayon's and
them Kobe's
Got diamonds off in my
Rollie, granddaddy
stuffed in my stogie
Motherfuck them Axel
Foleys
Where I'm from, niggas
shooting at the police
Man these fuck niggas
got me screwed up
I'm like Papa Smurf in
that blue truck
Red hat, red pants,
walking inside dreams
with the kush in my hand
I'm
[Hook x4: Z-Ro]
Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Them drugs up
[Verse 2: Trae The Truth]
Young nigga 15, ? sand
Sawed off in my pants
like ?
Finna' rob me a nigga
who ?
Somebody gon' give it to
me, or they wanna feel
the blade
Mama used to stroke it
just to feed me scraps
Every Saturday, it was YO!
MTV raps
Got sick of looking at
other niggas that ain't
deserve it so I followed
my older brother to beat
these traps
I ain't worried about the
love, I've seen everything
The hood hot, like the
devil had it off in his
hands
Send a strap your way, I
seen a couple of fans
Last pack, I took that and
a couple of bands
To think, cause of the
heat I was doing ?
But they would give it to
me, everyday I was
paying dues
I was a young wild nigga
missing a couple screws
In the hood, when I'm
scared, only thing I'mma
use, when I'm
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
Mane, hold up
? with a cup full of lean,
and a 4-0 tucked
No more sleep, gotta get
more bucks, OG rolled up
Stakes are high, so I pray
to God the folks don't roll
up
Big sister told me I need
to grow up
But I need that money,
better not crumb me
Copping bands and my
codeine coming
Trying to get blow like
my nose was runny
I work for mine, you can't
take that from me
Wrap it up, like Egyptian
mummy
And have it ready when I
roll on up
Stacking dough on up,
from the floor on up
And I'm all through the
hood like ice cream
trucks, just rollin'
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Slim Thug]
Keep kush rolled, that
dream I'm holding
In the candy caddy' with
with ninety-forty
Bought a drop, put it in
the shop
But everything I got, on
that bitch stolen
Had a grill but couldn't
afford the wheels
Had paint, but it wasn't
candy
Kick endo to try and get
that dough
Whole family know, so
they couldn't stand me
Run and tell your mama,
come get your son
Mama like damn, what
the hell he done
Brother had bricks, but
didn't give me shit
So when he went to the
pen, I ain't said no shit
Mama at work, so I ran
the house
? on lock, I am the boss
Turn that face up like the
Mary Jane
I was slanging 'caine, got
us all kicked out
[Hook]
[Outro: Game]
From Comptron, all the
way to Chi-Town
Back on down to
Houston, Texas baby
Trae The Truth, Z-Ro, Slim
Thugga, Paul Wall,
Common, Kanye West,
and The Game
Jesus Piece
Either you got one, you
want one, or you bout to
rob a nigga for one
So what's it gon' be
nigga?
(Gun shots, laughs)