Roll On Em

[Intro: DJ Crazy Toones] Just throw your set high on the air Swear it's gettin' mighty funky out there There's some bitches over here There's some niggas over there Can I get a ride on cuz Yeah hahahaha, this is dedicated to all you, suckers, suckers [Verse 1: Xzibit] I take flight like fist fights You see bright lights, throwin' lefts and rights I keep my jaw locked tight swingin' Bullets seein' pass your head though your windows And plastic falls, it’s a wrap casket closed I laugh at those who chose to get bold When they loose a couple of souls, they crumbled and fall Done watch the hunt down hurt, hang and hate the hater Watch how we rise, ball and fake be later Top dollar, anybody who got a problem with us Could easly be found in crush Our lush fillin' of rush, feel the adrenaline pumpin' Me and Dub and the Escalade dumping Crazy Toones productions, crank the ass Limo tint down, let us track some tramps my nigga When I walk I'm leaving holes in the concrete Xzibit dropped that heat from thirty thousand feet [Hook: WC] Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up Nigga what, if you a Crip or a Blood Nigga I don't give a fuck, let me see them fingers up Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up Nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs Through that nigga cutting it up, Toones is fucking it up [Verse 2: Young Maylay] Let me explain it, how I let the three wheel swangin' Drop it side to side, lock it up and then bang it That's right, West Coast, L.A. originated Prepared to take flight, now I'm the pilot desingated Maylay cocked fist sitting, switch hittin' Hundred spoke twisting, five twenty stip grippin' See the bottom of the transmission, sixtey six inchin' Showin' off how to quote it in chrome suspension Get my crown home, my bounce on Cut the sounds on and stompin' like Bow Wow They already known I got the hottest rider going Flatbed in the back, just in case I gotta tore them Cause I sure give it up, let me catch them with that wheels stuck Jumping out soundin' like Dub, yeah nigga what Two licks on the switch, and they got up With the ass in locked up, that mothafucker hot hop [Hook: WC] Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up Nigga what, if you a Crip or a Blood Nigga I don't give a fuck, let me see them fingers up Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up Nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs Through that nigga cutting it up, Toones is fucking it up [Verse 3: MC Ren] Who is it, the black nigga with the big dick Toss it up with Crazy Toones taking your trick But that bitch better swallow I don't give a damn if she has fake ass rap model Nigga get the fuck out here, "while below me down" If she sucked my balls, if she want me to stink I don't give a fuck I'm filled with curse words Fuck all your radio geeks and nerds And fuck the....my black ass still gon' eat Airplay they can't stop the Villain Slangin' mixtapes like my fuckin' ass dope dealing Take a flight with Dub and X Let me foot print like the mothafuckin' T-Rex Who got next, we run the court And pregnant your bitch while you pay the child support Then I'm out, get the next tape The Villainous make your punk ass can't wait, ah [Hook: W.C.] Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up Nigga what, if you a Crip or a Blood Nigga I don't give a fuck, let me see them fingers up Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up Nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs Through that nigga cutting it up, Toones is fucking it up [Verse 4: W.C.] Knick knackin' police rollin' in the Patty wagon Push it through the alley askin' where Dub and Toones at and Where them niggas livin'?, and how them niggas steal stack? Is it really true them niggas grew up on that house Niggas sit and chat, talk behind the loc's back But when we come through, like what's happenin' they don't want no action Little faggots, ya'll don't want it, cause we're pistol packin' And you know the Childhood brothers won't get to gatin' Click clackin', pass the cushion and zig-zag Dip that let that mothafucker get back Rip that 9 millimeter, clip gat Bust a you where these niggas at? Let's push that wig back nigga Toones and Dub-C back to slaughter and shit Switch tapes, mixtapes, yeah, we started this shit Finally me some real niggas y'all can feel niggas To all my ground converse and Chevy Grill Lexus [Hook: W.C.] Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up Nigga what, if you a Crip or a Blood Nigga I don't give a fuck, let me see them fingers up Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up Pull the trigger, give it up, lift the Chevy grill up Nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs Through that nigga cutting it up, Toones is fucking it up [Outro: DJ Crazy Toones Talking] Yeah, I wanna piss on all y'all nigga's graves before I kill you Cause I'm tired of niggas claimin' the West Coast And ain't playin' no mothafuckin' the West Coast arts No doubt about it, that's some bullshit