Xzibit – Rollin' Lyric

a voice says words in ( )

Opener

Yeaaah
See I was trippin' thru the city with a big dog (pistol)
Checkin' out these niggas in the range (rover)
I've been smokin', drinkin' and I'm kinda tipsssy (yeeah)
Lookin' thru my rear they followin' me (huuh)
I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me (huuh)
I see them niggas creepin' two cars behind me (hmmm)
You'll never catch me slippin' just me and my (piece)
You must be smokin' if you think Ima cow to (police)

Verse 1 - Xzibit

I'm a beast, still got'em crease
Still got my converse thumpin' down the concrete (yeeeeaaaaah)
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 9 when I leave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
This is grown man busines, 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 I crack your fuckin' neck to this shit I moan
(yeeeeah)

Chorus

64 chromed out rag top (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 sat to roll so I'm rollin'

Verse 2

My release bang thru the streets
We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
Niggas hatin' gravitatin' to the last they tell
My reality takin' over where that fiction fell
What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin'
Sweet taste aromatic backwood (rollin')
Got the Range Rover super charged, complete with the strut kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what tha fuck bitch
Boomerang my chain, I re-arrange some thangs
My slang clip bang and expose they brains
Then I pray... Our Father who art in Heaven
Got people jumpin' out the building like 9-11 (person falling)
Malcolm X to the Z landing on the Black Plymouth Rock
You get knocked out, get socked in yo' fuckin' mouth
Now everybody know the business, you want it, come get it
But if you rollin' throw it up and let me know you wit it

Chorus - 2 x's

Verse 3

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 can't pain in motion
Straight west coast and west worldwide (rollin')
Got that Astin Martin, DV 9 equipped with a stash bar
In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
Strip down my frame repave my reign and slang with my ink pen Citzen Kane
Don't complain when that chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like shit when you sayin' my name
It's the Golden State heavyweight holding the belt
Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no help
This is the (pistol) I use to protect myself
Because these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health my nil

Chorus - 2 x's

Opener - fades with (police, police, police)

THANKS TO LADY DI FOR THE LYRICS.