whoa~! we'll roll youuuu!
we'll roll you
we'll roll youuuu!
pull up slappin in me chrysler lebaron
twisted off that happy
bobby darrin
the hutches had me
jockin
starin
is it the nikes i'm rockin or the ice i'm wearin?
i won't pout over it
i ain't sharin
i'm a home run hitter
mr. mack hank aaron
the mack ain't carin i'm cutthroatish
no dough bootch
you gettin my dick to notice
i'm clean like a greedy genius
stay fiendish
all up to par
star in the zenith
i'm leanin
dippin
blazin my sippin
tapers or vapors mayne
we ain't trippin
so focused cousin
suds keep me buzzin
ridin and sidin
you thought that i wasn't?
stuntin
young blood push the button
we slumpin and bumpin
cutty it ain't nuttin!
me and mac dre - ridin and leanin!
hittin on 4's - runnin dippin steamin!
comin yo' way - ridin on chrome!
rollin down the block - bringin heat to yo' dome!
we'll roll you - right on out
we'll punk you - right on out
we'll roll you - right on out
we'll punk you - right on out
i'm leaned way back when i stack my bread
might scare yo' momma with them nappy-ass dreads
i'm in my zone
my mind is gone
i feel so good
couldn't be no wrong
i feel savage
let me smash the beat up
twist up the cabbage
kack my feet up
i'm v'd up
cause i need the dough
and i stay with a slumper
that's all i know
we gon' roll you
right on out!
that's right bitch
right on out
slide on out
hurt's out
i gets further
and when i'm on the beat
bitch
call it murder
i kill the track
make a swift feel the mack
and make a punk rock
show me where the skrilla at
copper quit spillin that
it's almost 2
with no mo' liquor nigga what we gon' do?
i know y'all feelin that bay area mayne
r.i.p. mac dre
zion i the face mayne
amp live on the beat ya feel me?
see holiday
the bay still alive mayne
let's go~!