Man, I'm Rollin'

[Chorus: Big Hit] Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ Everything I’m in fresh off the showroom floor, man Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ And I ain’t satisfied ‘less it’s customized and floatin’ Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ Hit the junkyard, cop a car before they smash it Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ Man, you want this bucket? Hell yeah, that’s a classic [Verse 1: Big HIt] Parkay margarine, rag ‘64 Got the butter leather guts, with the butterfly doors That Honey Bun Buick got the icing on top When the sun hit the paint, look like it’s melting on the block The box Chevy looking like a box of Honey Grahams The graham cracker seats cost a lot of money, man They can’t understand the cupcake cutlass With Hostess on the grill, icing dripping off the bumpers I’m thumpin’ in the Six Trey, guacamole green Door panels, wood grain, like an avocado tree Your mean when your glass house make ‘em pass out Seven deuce swisher sweet Caprice, brains blast out I’m mashing out the Reeses Pieces Regal with my people Whole engine candy coated so the whole hood is see-through The Hummer triple lethal, not because it’s bullet-proof Engine M&M’s, Snickers guts, paint baby roof [Chorus: Big Hit] Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ Everything I’m in fresh off the showroom floor, man Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ And I ain’t satisfied ‘less it’s customized and floatin’ Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ Hit the junkyard, cop a car before they smash it Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ Man, you want this bucket? Hell yeah, that’s a classic [Verse 2: Big HIt] Apple Jack Jaguar, Fruit Loop Rover Frosted Flake F1, Fifty on quotas Butterfinger Beamerz on deuces look meaner Than the Coca Cola Volvo AA dreamer Milky Way Escalade on them 8’s kill ‘em Now or later Navigator Lincoln be shittin’ Like the chicken fried five, shrimp fried six The candy brandy wine, the champagne Chevy’s next The Nestle Crunch Lex, chocolate paint so wet Cocaine Corvette, Captain Crunch Cadillac The popcorn Porsche Carrera stay parked ‘Cause the lemonade Lamborghini got more force Trix made for kids, but I tricked out the Benz The bunnies on the headrest with rabbits on the rims The Skittle S-Class with the skrrts be skrrting Strawberry Pop-Tart Tahoe hurtin’ ‘em [Chorus: Big Hit] Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ Everything I’m in fresh off the showroom floor, man Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ And I ain’t satisfied ‘less it’s customized and floatin’ Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ Hit the junkyard, cop a car before they smash it Man, I’m rollin’ Man, I’m haulin’ Man, you want this bucket? Hell yeah, that’s a classic [Verse 3: Big HIt] The 300c dipped in Cookies & Cream The Starburst Bentley is a hustler’s dream I’m ballin’ in the fireball Phantom like a sheek Or an Arab in the Jollyrancher red Corniche The bubbleyum Maybach might be out your reach But the Lucky Charm Charger keep ya pushin’ in the street Big feet on my Raisin Bran Ram 1500 But the rainbow Durango lookin’ so demonic They vomit when I’m in a hypnotic Ferrari Look r*tarded when I ride up on my Hennessy Harley The Oat Granola Nova for them old school soldiers Like a Three Musketeers on the deuce and quota The fifth was on the tail of the goldfish Suburban I swim through like a whale in the fishscale excursion The Fruity Pebble bubble got them vibes in a huddle Pointin’ fingers blowin’ kisses with they panties in a puddle