Rollin' E

Yeah! See I was pimpin' through the city with A big ol' pistol. Checkin' out these niggas in the Range Rover. I been smokin', drinkin', I'm kinda tipsy. Lookin' through my rear view, they followin' me. I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me. I see them niggas creepin' too close behind me. You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my Bitch. You must be smokin' if you think I'ma Call the police. I'm a beast. Still got 'em creased. Still got my Converse stompin' down the concrete. Black and blue Bugatti. This is strong-arm robbery, you can't deny me. My garage a mirage of 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 This shit I'm on. Yeah! 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'. 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 Failed. 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 ding-a-ling, What the fuck bitch? Boomerang my chains, I rearrange some things. My slang click bang and expose they brains. Then I pray, Our Father who art in Heaven. Got people jumpin' out the building like 9/11. Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on 'em like Plymouth Rock. You get knocked out, get socked in Your fuckin' mouth. Now everybody know the business, You want it, come get it. But if you rollin', throw it up, let me Know that you with it. 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'. Yeah! I repeat, my name over beats. I binge on the finer things, you cringe in Defeat. Escalation, elevation to another plateau. Sometimes you take a few steps back to mentally Grow. Here we go, what you know, Campaign in motion. Straight West Coastin', 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 chambers slide back and Bang. Make it taste like shit when you're 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 nigga. 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'. I was pimpin' through the city with A big ol' pistol. Checkin' out these niggas in the Range Rover. I been smokin', drinkin', and I'm kinda tipsy. Lookin' through my rear view, they followin' me. I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me. I see them niggas creepin' too close behind me. You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my Bitch. You must be smokin' if you think I'ma Call the police. Police, police, Police