Rollin'

[Intro: 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 hype? Well you finna' find out what the game be like 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 hype? Well you finna' find out what the game be like [Verse 1: The Game] Red rag on my rearview 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 shot out my windows, they jealous and envy They spit on my 'Rari, they keyed up my Bentley They went at my top dog like Ab-Soul and Kendrick I said I'm a killa', goddamnit, 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 pies Aye 'Ye, ain't this how them niggas do it in the Chi? Vice Lords, GDs Crips, Bloods and Impala's on gold Ds Yesterday a nigga swore he was a man in the hood Now he begging for his life on both knees I'm a killer, no co-Ds Ask 40 Glocc, niggas don't know me Got a problem, Blood? Then come show me I'm on Rosecrans in them Kobes 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 [Chorus: Z-Ro] Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up [Verse 2: Trae The Truth] Young nigga fifteen, broke, livin’ the scene Sawed-off in my pants, ‘bout to go make a lane Finna' rob me a nigga who’s money wasn’t the same Somebody gon' give it to me or get one off in the brain Mama used to struggle 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 law, I've seen everything The hood hot like the Devil had it off in his hands In the spot, no AC, a couple of fans Last pack, I flipped that, a couple of vans If I ain't hustle to eat, I was doing that sippin' Screw But they wouldn't give it to me, every day I was paying dues I was a young wild nigga missing a couple screws In the hood, when I'm scared, only thing I'ma use when I'm [Chorus: Z-Ro] Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up [Verse 3: Paul Wall] Mane, hold up (Mane, hold up) Young and I leans with a cup full of lean And a .4-0 tucked (.4-0 tucked) No more sleep, gotta get more bucks OG rolled up (Four poured up) Stakes are high So I pray to God the folks don't roll up (Don't roll up) Big sister told me I need to grow up But I need that money, better not crumb me Pockets fat as my codeine tummy Tryna get blowed like my nose was runny I work for mine, you can't take that from me Wrap it up like a 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 a ice cream truck Just rollin' [Chorus: Z-Ro] Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up [Verse 4: Slim Thug] Keep kush rolled in that dream I'm holding In the candy Caddy with the ninety molding 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 So kick in doors 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 send him shit Mama at work so I ran the house Ray on lock so now I'm the boss Turn that face up like the Mary Jane I was slanging 'caine, got us all kicked out [Chorus: Z-Ro] Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up [Outro: The Game] From Compton, 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 it's gon' be nigga? Hahahahahah