Rollin' With My Homies Lyrics - Coolio

Saturday morning, take the train for a ride 

The sun is up, I got my homies by my side 

Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers 

Hitting corners on the beach, steady dippin' 

I hang a light at the right, ready to have fun 

Then I bust a left for the 121 

Pull it into park and lay it on the grass 

I roll back the ride, so I can see some ass 

Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear 

Bump a forty, thieves, so y'all can hear 

I hits 'em up for the circle, that's how I'm livin' 

Crowbars in the house and got us on a mission 

You can be Blood, or you can see Crippin' fool 

But I ain't trippin' 

My homie Snoop drinks the gin and juice and that's alright, 

But Coolio with the flow sips the yac on ice. 

chorus: 

Rollin' with my homies (sippin' yac on ice, yeah) 

sippin' yac on ice (another sunny day in the CPT, and it's alright) 

Yac on ice... 

Rollin' with my homies (sippin' yac on ice, yeah) 

sippin' yac on ice... (another sunny day in the CPT, and it's alright) 

Yac on ice... 

Crumble up the cake and roll it in a paper 

It's like a match, you light it up and pass it to your neighbour 

Night time is the right time... a-DYNAMITE!! 

We're gonna have a good time 

I jump back in the wagon, lock up the ass 

Pop in the tape and a match 

West when I fly I take the exit on Crenshaw 

And guess what I saw 

Two fools at the light, they stared me up 

But I just look 'em in the eye and I say, "Wassup?" 

And even though I really don't want no trouble 

I got twenty-one tries to bust your bubble 

I don't really wanna hurt nobody 

So I keeps on rollin' on my way to the party 

I just wanna kick it, yeah, that's the ticket 

Pass me the cup so we can get twisted 

-chorus- 

[L.V:] 

I'm rollin with my homies, yeah... 

Sippin' yac on ice, yeah yeah... 

I roll up to the party and I'm straight old bent 

And 'catchin' me a freak was my intent 

There's a whole pack o' rats' ass standin' in the front 

So I drops the ass and let the system bump 

Here comes one now, she's on the tip 

She says she likes the way my woofers kick 

But I don't fall in love with every girl I see 

So I pass up two and go straight to three 

She got a ass like the back of a bus, cuz 

And that's why I say in Crips we trust 

I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point 

Wassup? Do you wanna kick it or what? 

I ain't got time to be frontin', I ain't talkin' 'bout nuttin' Just a little sumpin' sumpin' 

If you're fine and you won't front 

I don't wanna be your man, but I'll hook you up. 

-repeat chorus twice- 

[L.V:] 

Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin' 

Yes I'm rollin' with my homies 

Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin', 

Rollin' with my homies... ooohhh.... 

[etc.]