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...)