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