Rollin' (west Side Remix) Lyrics - 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 f**k 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 

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(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 f**kin games now bitch I'm grown 

Now crack your f**kin neck to the shit I'm on 

Yeah! 

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(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 f**k 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 f**kin 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)