Roll On 'Em Lyrics
[DJ Crazy Toones]
Just throw your set high in the air
Swear it's getting mighty funky out there
There's some bitches over here, there's some niggaz over there
Can I get a right on cuz?
[Xzibit]
I take flight like fist fights
You see bright lights, throwing lefts and rights
I keep my jaw locked tight swinging
Bullets singing pass your head though your windows
And plastic __, it's a rap casket closed
I laugh at those who chose to get bold
When they loose a couple of souls, they crumble and fold
Now watch 'em hunt down hurt, hanging hate the hater
Watch how we rise, ball and thank me later
Top dollar, anybody who got a problem with us
Can easly be found and crushed
I'm a lush, feeling a rush, feel the adrenaline pumping
Me and Dub in the Escalade thumping
Crazy Toones productions, crank the ass
Get that limo tint down, let's track some transfer nigga
When I walk I'm leaving holes in the concrete
Xzibit dropping heat from thirty thousand feet
[WC]
Nigga what?
Roll up on 'em, hit 'em up
Pull that trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what?
If you a Crip or a Blood
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Let me see them fingers up
Nigga what?
Roll up on 'em, hit 'em up
Pull that trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what?
Got me throwing up my Dubs
Who that nigga cuttin' it up?
Toones fuckin' it up
[Young Maylay]
Let me explain it, how I love to three wheel swing it
Drop it side to side, lock it up and then bang it
That's right, West Coast L.A. originated
Prepare to take flight and I'm the pilot designated
Maylay cocked fist sitting switch hitting
Hundred spoke twisting, five twenty strip gripping
See the bottom of the transmission, 66 inches
Showing off how they coated in chrome suspension
Get my clown on, my bounce on
Cut the sounds on and it's thumping like bow wow!
They already knowing I got the hottest rider going
Flat bed in the back, just in case I gotta tow 'em
'cause I sure give it up, let me catch them with they wheels tucked
Jumpin' out sounding like Dub, yeah ni'a what?
Two licks on the switch, and they got up
With the ass end locked up, that motherfucker hot huh?
[WC]
Nigga what?
Roll up on 'em, hit 'em up
Pull that trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what?
If you a Crip or a Blood
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Let me see them fingers up
Nigga what?
Roll up on 'em, hit 'em up
Pull that trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what?
Got me throwing up my Dubs
Who that nigga cuttin' it up?
Toones fuckin' it up
[MC Ren]
Who is it, the black nigga with the big dick
Posted up with Crazy Toones taking your trick
But that bitch better swallow
I don't give a damn if she a fake ass rap model
Get the fuck out here!
Suck my motherfucking balls, if she want me to steal
I don't give a fuck, I'm filled with cuss words
Fuck all you radio geeks and nerds
And fuck the (pig) my black ass still gonna eat
Airplay can't stop the Villain
Slinging mixtapes like my fuckin' ass dope dealing
Take they flight with Dub and X
Leave my footprint like a motherfucking T-Rex
Who got next, we run the court
Impregnate your bitch while you pay the child support
Then I'm out, get the next tape
The villainous nigga punk ass can't wait
[WC]
Nigga what?
Roll up on 'em, hit 'em up
Pull that trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what?
If you a Crip or a Blood
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Let me see them fingers up
Nigga what?
Roll up on 'em, hit 'em up
Pull that trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what?
Got me throwing up my Dubs
Who that nigga cuttin' it up?
Toones fuckin' it up
[WC]
Knick knack and police rolling in the paddy wagon
Pushing through the alley asking where Dub and Toones at and
Where them niggaz living and how them niggaz still stacking
Is it really true them niggaz grew up on Manhattan?
Niggaz chit chat, talk behind a loc's back
But when we come through, like what's happenin' they don't want no action
Little faggots, ya'll don't want it 'cause we pistol packing
And you know them Calhoun brothers will get to gatin'
Click clack, pass the cush and zig-zag
Dip that let a motherfucker hit that
Grip that 9 millimeter clip that
Bust a U where these nigs at let's push they wigs back
Toones and Dub C back to slaughter this shit
Switch tapes, mix tapes yeah we started this shit
Finally some real niggaz y'all can feel niggaz
To all my ground pounders and Chevy grill uppers
[WC]
Nigga what?
Roll up on 'em, hit 'em up
Pull that trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what?
If you a Crip or a Blood
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Let me see them fingers up
Nigga what?
Roll up on 'em, hit 'em up
Pull that trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what?
Got me throwing up my Dubs
Who that nigga cuttin' it up?
Toones fuckin' it up
[DJ Crazy Toones]
I wanna piss on all you niggas' graves before I kill you
'Cause I'm tired of niggaz claiming the West Coast
And they ain't playing no motherfucking West Coast artists
That's some bullshit!
Straight bullshit!
