Rollin' Lyrics
| Song | Rollin' |
| Artist | Xzibit |
| Album | Full Circle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：Xzibit/Jelly Roll | |
| Yeahhh! | |
| [Intro：Jelly Roll] | |
| See I was trippin through the city with a big ol' - PISTOL | |
| Trickin off these niggaz in the Raaaange - RENTAL | |
| I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy | |
| Lookin through my rearview they followin me | |
| I wonder why the fuck are they followin me | |
| I seem 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 | |
| [Xzibit] | |
| I'm a beast, still got a crease | |
| Still got my Converse thumpin down the concrete | |
| YEAHHHHHHH, 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 fuckin games now bitch I'm grown | |
| Now I 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 | |
| Niggaz thought it was over but X came back ROLLIN | |
| I got my own sack to roll so I'm ROLLIN | |
| [Xzibit] | |
| YEAH, my release, bang through the streets | |
| We hang like orangutangs, mangle the beast | |
| 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, aeromatic, 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, 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 X 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] - 2X | |
| [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 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] - 2X | |
| [Intro] - {*echoes*} at the end |
| Artist: Xzibit Jelly Roll | |
| Yeahhh! | |
| Intro: Jelly Roll | |
| See I was trippin through the city with a big ol' PISTOL | |
| Trickin off these niggaz in the Raaaange RENTAL | |
| I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy | |
| Lookin through my rearview they followin me | |
| I wonder why the fuck are they followin me | |
| I seem 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 | |
| Xzibit | |
| I' m a beast, still got a crease | |
| Still got my Converse thumpin down the concrete | |
| YEAHHHHHHH, 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 fuckin games now bitch I' m grown | |
| Now I crack your fuckin neck to the shit I' m on | |
| Yeah! | |
| Chorus: Xzibit | |
| Sixfour, chromed out, ragtop ROLLIN | |
| Get your weight up, cause X can' t stop ROLLIN | |
| Niggaz thought it was over but X came back ROLLIN | |
| I got my own sack to roll so I' m ROLLIN | |
| Xzibit | |
| YEAH, my release, bang through the streets | |
| We hang like orangutangs, mangle the beast | |
| 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, aeromatic, backwood ROLLIN | |
| Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit | |
| My chain hang to my dangalang, what the fuck bitch? | |
| Boomerang my change, 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 X 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 2X | |
| 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 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 2X | |
| Intro echoes at the end |
| Artist: Xzibit Jelly Roll | |
| Yeahhh! | |
| Intro: Jelly Roll | |
| See I was trippin through the city with a big ol' PISTOL | |
| Trickin off these niggaz in the Raaaange RENTAL | |
| I was smokin drinkin end up kind of tipsy | |
| Lookin through my rearview they followin me | |
| I wonder why the fuck are they followin me | |
| I seem 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 | |
| Xzibit | |
| I' m a beast, still got a crease | |
| Still got my Converse thumpin down the concrete | |
| YEAHHHHHHH, 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 fuckin games now bitch I' m grown | |
| Now I crack your fuckin neck to the shit I' m on | |
| Yeah! | |
| Chorus: Xzibit | |
| Sixfour, chromed out, ragtop ROLLIN | |
| Get your weight up, cause X can' t stop ROLLIN | |
| Niggaz thought it was over but X came back ROLLIN | |
| I got my own sack to roll so I' m ROLLIN | |
| Xzibit | |
| YEAH, my release, bang through the streets | |
| We hang like orangutangs, mangle the beast | |
| 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, aeromatic, backwood ROLLIN | |
| Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit | |
| My chain hang to my dangalang, what the fuck bitch? | |
| Boomerang my change, 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 X 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 2X | |
| 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 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 2X | |
| Intro echoes at the end |
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