Xzibit

Xzibit - Rollin' (West Side Remix) lyrics

(feat. Jelly Roll)

Yeahhh!

[Intro: Jelly Roll (Xzibit)]

See I was dippin through the city with a big ol' - PISTOL

Checkin out these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAL

I was smokin drinkin end up 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 niggaz 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

[Xzibit:]

I'm a beast, still got a crease

Still got my Converse stompin down the concrete

YEAHHHHHHHHHH - black and blue Bugati

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 recognize 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: Jelly Roll]

I be dippin through my city in a ragtop rollin

Bounce, rock, ragtop rollin

Bend the corner, AHHHHH, ragtop rollin

All up in your bitch face, ragtop rollin

[Xzibit:]

Yeah, YEAH

My release, bang through the streets

We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat

Niggaz 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

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]

[Interlude: Jelly Roll]

Caaaaadillaaaaacs, Cooooupe Devilllllles

Oh shit I'm on wheels, rollin for reeeeeal

[Xzibit:]

YEAH, I repeat, my name over beats

I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat

Escalation, elevation to another plateau

Sometimes ya 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 DV9 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 nia

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[Intro: echoes at the end]

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