Rollin’

Comin' up as youngsta Watchin' the OG's in the hood flossin' in they rides Candy paint, chrome wheels, and black magic on the attire Me, yeah I was lovin' it, but not old enough drive Parkin' lot pimpin' from the passenger side I used to walk everywhere I had to show up Shoe hills, one down like wheel rubber, man I was about to go nuts Hopefully I would blow up in this rap game man My people roll swanga's, I wanted to be rollin' the same thang Never had all of work, but I was doin' what I could Movin' nickles, dimes, twenty's, and ounces all threw my hood Since I had that A1 yo all the feens cash me up Meanwhile thumbin' for a ride my homies pass me up It's all gravy, when I'm able I'ma show 'em all somethin' From a hooptie to a Foreign, I'm ballin' it's all or nothin' Treat my feet with' Designer kicks, I sleep in the finest home Only place you catch me walkin' is to my mailbox In the streets I be on chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on I'll keep rollin' chrome Uh, I started out with' a canary yellow Cutlass Supreme on balled tyres Yeah I know I was out of line but that was all I could find Or should I say that was all I could purchase for what I had to spend But at least I had somthin' to go from point A to B and No more offerin' gas money to get a lift Besides when you're drivin' it's easier to get a chick So ain"t no more parkin' lot pimpin' at the club, I'm up in there Seekin' little mama with thick thighs, I hope she let me in there Like swimwear, I pull up to the motel, and we'll go in there Nothin' left to do but commit a sin there And that was in my hooptie but when I showed up big body with the gloss All of the boppers was boppin', I just couldn't shake 'em off Sixteen switches, twenty-two inches, trunk goin' to war They don't want to lay here with me, they want to lay up with my car I was lovin' it back then and still love it today Except I'm not yellow Cutlass no more, I'm 300, blue over gray, on chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on I'll keep rollin' chrome Finally I'm in the mix, ridin' twenty-four's or twenty-six My neck and my wrist lit, without me sellin' a brick TV's in the roof and the dashboard and I'm watchin' a flick Rollin' with my pistol in my lap and I'm cockin' it if I spy somethin' suspicious in my rearview mirror when I'm creepin' If you plan on jackin' me, I'm planning on leavin' you sleepin' I be in different vehicles 'cause I'm havin' thangs The king of the ghetto, entertainment got me havin' change You can smell it on me, even though I'm quiet The way I live it be tellin' on me Don't get it twisted, I'm still a felon homie Thinkin' you gon' rob me that's a N-O And when I'm in the N-O I roll with god, 'cause I want Mr. Marcelo And they be with me when they be in Texas, don't partake it as a spy Onyx Harlem nights in stores where they drop it like it's hot So if your tryin' to call me and I don't answer my phone I can't hear it 'cause my music too loud, I'm bangin' on chrome I'll keep rollin' chrome (rollin' chrome) I'll keep rollin' chrome (rollin' chrome) Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on (holdin' on) I'll keep rollin' chrome (yeah) I'll keep rollin' chrome (yes I am) I'll keep rollin' chrome (I'm rollin' chrome) Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on (is what I'm holdin on) I'll keep rollin' chrome (S.U.C.) (Baby S.U.C.)