Rollin'

[Intro: Jelly Roll] Yeah! [Bridge: Jelly Roll & Xzibit] See I was dippin' through the city with a big ol' (Pistol) Checkin' out these niggas in the Range (Rental) I been smokin', drinkin' and I'm kind of tipsy (Yeah!) Lookin' through my rearview, they followin' me (Huh) I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me? (Huh) I seen them niggas 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) [Verse 1: Xzibit] I'm a beast, still got 'em creased Still got my Converse stompin' down the concrete (Yeahhhh!) Black and blue Bugatti 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 Japan, been relaxed in Rome This is grown man business, recognize the tone If I don't recognise the number, won't answer my phone Rockin' every area code, still stay in my zone I don't play no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm grown Now, crack your fuckin' neck to the shit I'm on Yeah! [Chorus: Xzibit] Six-four, chromed out, ragtop (Rollin') Get your weight up, 'cause X can't stop (Rollin') Niggas thought it was over, but X came back (Rollin') I got my own sack (Yeah) to roll so I'm (Rollin') [Verse 2: Xzibit] Yeah, my release, bang through the streets We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat Niggas hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they tell My reality takin' over where that fiction fail What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin' (Tsssshh) Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood (Rollin') Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck bitch? Boomerang my change (Yeah!), 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 Z landin' on them like Plymouth Rock (Yeah!) You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin' 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: Xzibit] Six-four, chromed out, ragtop (Rollin') Get your weight up, 'cause X can't stop (Rollin') Niggas thought it was over, but X came back (Rollin') I got my own sack to roll so I'm (Rollin') Six-four, chromed out, ragtop (Rollin') Get your weight up, 'cause X can't stop (Rollin') Niggas thought it was over, but X came back (Rollin') I got my own sack to roll so I'm (Rollin') [Verse 3: Xzibit] 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 DB9 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 shit 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 nig' [Chorus: Xzibit] Six-four, chromed out, ragtop (Rollin') Get your weight up, 'cause X can't stop (Rollin') Niggas thought it was over, but X came back (Rollin') I got my own sack to roll so I'm (Rollin') Six-four, chromed out, ragtop (Rollin') Get your weight up, 'cause X can't stop (Rollin') Niggas thought it was over, but X came back (Rollin') I got my own sack to roll so I'm (Rollin') [Bridge: Jelly Roll & Xzibit] See I was dippin' through the city with a big ol' (Pistol) Checkin' out these niggas in the Range (Rental) I been smokin', drinkin' and I'm kind of tipsy (Yeah!) Lookin' through my rearview, they followin' me (Huh) I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me? (Huh) I seen them niggas 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, police, police...)