Rollin
Jelly Roll/Xzibit Lyrics


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See, I was trippin' through the city with a big ol' pistol
Trickin' off these niggaz in the Range, rental
I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda tipsy
Lookin' through my rear view, they followin' me

I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me
I seem them niggaz creepin' two cars behind me
You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police

I'm a beast, still got a crease
Still got my Converse thumpin' down the concrete
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 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

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'

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 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 Z, landin' on them like Plymouth Rock
You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin' mouth
Now e'rybody know the business, you want it, come get it
But if you rollin', throw it up, let me know that you with it

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'

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'

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

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'

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'

See, I was trippin' through the city with a big ol' pistol
Trickin' off these niggaz in the Range, rental
I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda tipsy
Lookin' through my rear view, they followin' me

I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me
I seem them niggaz creepin' two cars behind me




You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my piece
You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Jelly Roll/Xzibit's song Rollin discuss power and confidence in oneself, as well as being aware of potential threats. The lyrics describe a scene of driving around in a car with a big pistol, smoking and drinking, and feeling confident, until the realization that someone is following them. Despite this, the singer still exudes confidence and boasts about their belongings, from their Bugatti to their garage filled with flashy cars. The lyrics convey a sense of having made it, of being in control, and of being unafraid of any potential dangers.


Overall, the lyrics to Rollin present a powerful and confident attitude towards life, mixed with a bit of paranoia and caution that is ultimately brushed off in favor of maintaining one's strength and power.


Line by Line Meaning

See, I was trippin' through the city with a big ol' pistol
I was walking around the city carrying a gun.


Trickin' off these niggaz in the Range, rental
I was taking advantage of these guys that I was driving around in a rented Range Rover.


I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda tipsy
I was smoking and drinking which caused me to be a bit drunk.


Lookin' through my rear view, they followin' me
I noticed that someone was following me through my rearview mirror.


I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me
I questioned why someone would be following me.


I seem them niggaz creepin' two cars behind me
I noticed the guys who were following me were driving two cars behind me.


You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my piece
I'm always prepared for anything and always carry my gun with me.


You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police
You're crazy if you think I'm going to call the police.


I'm a beast, still got a crease
I'm strong and always ready for anything. My clothes are still neatly pressed


Still got my Converse thumpin' down the concrete
I'm still wearing my Converse shoes and walking with a strong stride.


Black and blue Bugatti
My car is a black and blue Bugatti.


This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me
I'm taking what I want by force, you can't stop me.


My garage, a mirage, a collage of chrome
My garage is a fantastic sight, full of chrome and looks as though it couldn't be real.


I look alive with the nine when I leave my home
I come alive and feel powerful when I carry my gun outside.


Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
I've traveled to Japan for a tour and relaxed in Rome.


This is grown man business, recognize the tone
This is not something for kids, listen to the serious tone of my voice.


If I don't recognize the number, won't answer my phone
I won't answer my phone if I don't recognize the number calling.


Rockin' every area code, still stay in my zone
I travel all over, but I still stay focused on myself and in my own area.


I don't play no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm grown
I don't mess around anymore, I'm an adult.


Now I crack your fuckin' neck to the shit I'm on, yeah
I'm so into what I'm doing that I can break someone's neck over it.


Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin'
My car is a shiny and chromed out 1964 Chevy Impala convertible.


Get your weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin'
You better get better because I can't be stopped.


Niggaz thought it was over but X came back rollin'
People thought I was done, but I came back even stronger.


I got my own sack to roll, so I'm rollin'
I have my own drugs to smoke, so I'm rolling a joint.


Yeah, my release bang through the streets
My music is played loudly and heard through the streets.


We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
We hang out like apes and absolutely destroy the beat through our music.


Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they tell
People are hating on me, believing in lies that they hear about me.


My reality takin' over where that fiction fail
My reality is so much stronger than any lies that people try to spread.


What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin'
Might as well show what I have and not hide anything.


Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood rollin'
My joint has a sweet and aromatic taste to it since it's rolled in a Backwoods cigar wrap.


Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit
My Range Rover has a supercharged engine and is equipped with a strut kit.


My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck, bitch?
My necklace hangs down low like my other possessions, what are you looking at?


Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs
I'm always changing things up, like rearranging my money or other possessions.


My slang, click, bang and expose they brains
Through my music, my language is influential and can change people's way of thinking.


Then I pray, 'Our Father who art in Heaven'
I then say a prayer.


Got people jumpin' out the buildin' like 9/11
My music is so powerful that it makes people jump up and dance like they are escaping from a building on 9/11.


Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on them like Plymouth Rock
I'm a strong and powerful like Malcolm X and I hit hard like Plymouth Rock landed when the Europeans came to America.


You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin' mouth
If you mess with me, you're getting knocked out.


Now e'rybody know the business, you want it, come get it
Everyone knows what's going on, if you want it, come and get it.


But if you rollin', throw it up, let me know that you with it
If you're part of this lifestyle, let me know by throwing up a symbol.


Yeah, I repeat my name over beats
I always remind people who I am through my music.


I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
I indulge in the luxuries of life while others are jealous and intimidated.


Escalation, elevation to another plateau
Things keep getting better and I'm reaching new levels.


Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow
Sometimes you need to take a step back to reflect and move forward.


Here we go, what you know? Campaign in motion
It's time to get going, I'm moving forward with my campaign.


Straight West Coast and West worldwide rollin'
I'm always rolling around the West Coast and around the world.


Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
My car is an Aston Martin DB9 and has a compartment for me to hide things


In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
In the event that I find myself alone and in trouble.


Strip down my frame, repave my lane
I need to fix myself up and start anew.


Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
I'm insane with my writing and can write rhymes as good as the movie Citizen Kane.


Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Don't complain about the gun's noise when it fires.


Make it taste like shit when you sayin' my name
When you speak my name, make it sound as if it leaves a bad taste in your mouth.


It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin' the belt
I'm the one on top and holding my championship belt in California.


'Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no help
I can do it all myself, I don't need anyone's help.


This is a pistol, I use to protect myself
This is a pistol that I use to protect myself.


Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health, my nia
These bullets will hurt you badly, my friend.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ROBERT WELLS, CHRIS ANDERSON, MARK CYRUS, ISH MORRIS, CANDY GLOSTER

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