Rollin
RZA feat. Black Knights Lyrics


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feat. RZA
[Doc Doom]
Oh how I love my a hundred spokes
Flossin and shit, California
Flossin on them gold ones
Black Knights
Old ones, I sold them
Sippin on a cold one, Rollin on them gold ones
The chrome was the old ones, I sold them

Can I get a drum roll please for my gold D's?
Hundred spoke Daytonas, wish we all could be California
Smokin bank in the corners in a black six-deuce
Hittin switches, dippin, switchin on that ackrite juice
Act like you, wan' try and take my D's
Watch how fast these slugs in this thang gon' leave
Watch how many holes in ya body it leaves
Watch how much pints of blood you bleed
May the fake thugs retreat, pop up barkin the heat
Caravanin nine-to-ten cars deep
Down the 'shaw where Knights is known to breakin laws
And if a bitch is ridin with me she's takin it off
Now get off ya job, if not bitch I'm layin you off
'cause I guess the last nigga that you fucked with was soft
That ain't me, it cost just to floss with me
And how I love my a hundred spoke D's

[Chorus 3.5X: Doc Doom]
Rollin, sippin on a cold one, Rollin on them gold ones
The chrome was the old ones, I sold them

[RZA]
Yo
Up in a black bourbon tank labelled GMC
Smokin on a Newport long and PCP
Gat tucked in, easy pass, I'm low duckin
Dimepiece bird on the side I'm finger-fuckin
Bouncin off this deuce-deuces, fat like Polo gooses
Eighteen-inch woofers movin studio acoustics
Rim tri-star, chrome on my side-bar
Don't hate crab 'cause I caught ya bitch eye par
Platinum grill, re-enforced solid steel
Superstar engine, force of an eighteen wheel
That'll crash through brick walls, smash intersections
Move through ya city escorted with police protection
Heated polished seats with back massages
You gotta know how to roll in more like Kenny Rogers
Tinted glass, PS2 plus Dreamcast
Smoke screens, blindin high blasts
GPS satellite navigation
Automatic lock doors drop jackers to the station
You got beef you get fed to Doc Doom
Goon, you can't fuck with Wu Killa Bee Clan platoon
I might get Holocaust to come and cough on you
My nigga Crisis might love to let one off on you
Or Rugged Monk rolls up another blunt
The great Digi goes and lures out another cunt
'cause I be Rollin, Rollin, Rollin on them twenty-twos
Ain't got no money or love for you funny fools
'cause I be Rollin, Rollin, Rollin on them twenty-twos
Sippin brews, packin tools for you funny fools

[Monk]
I'm from the land of chaos where niggaz get shot for trippin
I caught a fool slippin on some D's, now I'm steady dippin
Cruisin, movin up the block 'cause I'm the shit
Stick dick to hoodrats, make gangsta hits
I baptize my sticks, ice skate on seventeens
On the phone with five-oh, don't you love them D's?
While they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck the po-po's, I'm not turnin it down"
I love to floss as I toss up a fifth of that Crown
Bank corner after corners, watch all the ho's smile





[Chorus 3.5X]

Overall Meaning

"Rollin" by RZA feat. Black Knights is a song about their love for expensive cars, specifically the rims on their cars. The song highlights the lifestyle of West Coast rappers who boast about their expensive and flashy cars. The lyrics talk about how they love their hundred spoke Daytonas, D's, and gold rims. They also mention how they sip cold drinks while cruising in their cars. The song revolves around their street credibility and their love for being noticed while driving their cars.


The chorus of the song repeatedly states "Rollin, sippin on a cold one, Rollin on them gold ones, the chrome was the old ones, I sold them." This line reflects the struggles of street life, where people often have to sell their old belongings to make a living. The song also highlights the ruthlessness of the rappers' lifestyle, where they don't tolerate disrespect and are quick to act with violence.


The song is a part of the album, "The Man With the Iron Fists" and is produced by RZA. The album is a soundtrack to the film of the same name. The song is notable for its bass-heavy beats and the use of synthesizers in the background. The beats are reminiscent of the '90s West Coast hip hop style.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh how I love my a hundred spokes
I have a strong affinity for my car with one hundred spokes on its wheels.


Flossin and shit, California
Showing off my car and its features, especially in California.


Flossin on them gold ones
I am flaunting the gold-colored wheels of my car.


Old ones, I sold them
I got rid of my old gold wheels.


Sippin on a cold one, Rollin on them gold ones
I am enjoying a cold drink while driving around with my new gold wheels.


The chrome was the old ones, I sold them
I replaced the old chrome wheels with new gold ones, and sold the old ones.


Can I get a drum roll please for my gold D's?
I am requesting attention for my flashy gold wheels.


Hundred spoke Daytonas, wish we all could be California
I have expensive, high-quality car wheels, and wish others could experience the same luxury as Californians.


Smokin bank in the corners in a black six-deuce
I am driving and smoking with ease in my black '62 Chevy Impala.


Hittin switches, dippin, switchin on that ackrite juice
I am smoothly controlling my car's hydraulic switches while driving under the influence of PCP.


Act like you, wan' try and take my D's
Don't act like you want to steal my gold wheels.


Watch how fast these slugs in this thang gon' leave
I will use my gun to quickly eliminate anyone who poses a threat to my wheels.


Watch how many holes in ya body it leaves
I will shoot you multiple times if necessary, resulting in bullet wounds.


May the fake thugs retreat, pop up barkin the heat
I hope that imitators with guns will back off and not challenge me.


Caravanin nine-to-ten cars deep
I roll with a large group of vehicles.


Down the 'shaw where Knights is known to breakin laws
I drive down a street where Black Knights are notorious for breaking laws.


And if a bitch is ridin with me she's takin it off
If a woman is riding in my car, she will be stripping her clothes off.


Now get off ya job, if not bitch I'm layin you off
If someone is bothering me, I will take care of them and dismiss them from my life.


'cause I guess the last nigga that you fucked with was soft
I assume that the last person who challenged me was weak and unable to handle confrontation.


That ain't me, it cost just to floss with me
I am expensive and high-maintenance to be around and show off with.


Yo
Hey


Up in a black bourbon tank labelled GMC
I am driving a black GMC labeled as a bourbon tank.


Smokin on a Newport long and PCP
I am smoking a Newport cigarette laced with PCP.


Gat tucked in, easy pass, I'm low duckin
I have my gun hidden and am trying to avoid drawing attention to myself.


Dimepiece bird on the side I'm finger-fuckin
I have a beautiful woman in the passenger seat whom I am sexually touching.


Bouncin off this deuce-deuces, fat like Polo gooses
I am playing music with 22-inch subwoofers and the bass is intense.


Eighteen-inch woofers movin studio acoustics
My car's 18-inch subwoofers are powerful enough to rival a recording studio's acoustics.


Rim tri-star, chrome on my side-bar
My car has chrome sidebars and a Tri-Star emblem on the rims.


Don't hate crab 'cause I caught ya bitch eye par
Don't be upset because I caught your girlfriend's attention.


Platinum grill, re-enforced solid steel
My car has a platinum grille and is reinforced with solid steel.


Superstar engine, force of an eighteen wheel
My car's engine is as powerful as an eighteen-wheeler's.


That'll crash through brick walls, smash intersections
My car is strong enough to crash through brick walls and intersections.


Move through ya city escorted with police protection
I am able to move through the city with police protection.


Heated polished seats with back massages
My car's seats are heated and polished, and can give back massages.


You gotta know how to roll in more like Kenny Rogers
I am experienced and knowledgeable about how to drive in style, like Kenny Rogers.


Tinted glass, PS2 plus Dreamcast
My car has tinted windows and video game systems like the PlayStation 2 and Dreamcast.


Smoke screens, blindin high blasts
My car can emit smoke screens and blinding lights to protect me from threats.


GPS satellite navigation
My car has a satellite navigation system.


Automatic lock doors drop jackers to the station
My car has automatic locking doors that prevent carjackers from escaping when I take them to the police station.


You got beef you get fed to Doc Doom
If anyone has a problem with me, they will be dealt with by Doc Doom.


Goon, you can't fuck with Wu Killa Bee Clan platoon
Wu Killa Bee Clan platoon is a group of violent, skilled individuals with whom you should not mess.


I might get Holocaust to come and cough on you
I might get Holocaust, a Wu-Tang Clan member, to assault you in a violent manner.


My nigga Crisis might love to let one off on you
My friend Crisis might love to shoot at you.


Or Rugged Monk rolls up another blunt
My friend Rugged Monk might roll another marijuana cigarette.


The great Digi goes and lures out another cunt
My friend The Digital goes out to find another woman to have sex with.


'cause I be Rollin, Rollin, Rollin on them twenty-twos
I am driving and showing off my car with 22-inch wheels.


Ain't got no money or love for you funny fools
I have no interest or affection for anyone who is not as skilled or well-equipped as me.


Sippin brews, packin tools for you funny fools
I am drinking beer and carrying weapons to protect myself from anyone foolish enough to challenge me.


I'm from the land of chaos where niggaz get shot for trippin
I am from an area where violence is common and people get shot for starting trouble.


I caught a fool slippin on some D's, now I'm steady dippin
I caught someone not paying attention to their car's flashy wheels, and now I am driving away quickly.


Cruisin, movin up the block 'cause I'm the shit
I am driving around the block with confidence and pride.


Stick dick to hoodrats, make gangsta hits
I have casual sex with promiscuous women and create violent, thug-oriented music.


I baptize my sticks, ice skate on seventeens
I clean my guns and have smooth control over my car with 17-inch wheels.


On the phone with five-oh, don't you love them D's?
I am talking on the phone with the police, who are admiring my gold wheels.


While they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
While my wheels spin and show off their gold color, others freeze in admiration of their expensive custom car paint.


Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
My car has expensive 50-inch wheels, powerful amplifiers, and high-quality 6x9 speakers.


Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
I am driving my car with the subwoofer blasting loudly.


Like, "Fuck the po-po's, I'm not turnin it down"
I am telling the police that I refuse to turn down my music and follow their orders.


I love to floss as I toss up a fifth of that Crown
I enjoy showing off my wealth and status, and I am drinking a fifth of Crown Royal to celebrate it.


Bank corner after corners, watch all the ho's smile
I am making bank by turning corners quickly and impressing onlookers, especially women.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: D. Cunningham, Robert F. Diggs, Roosevelt Griffin Jr.

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@grandmasterciphersupreme7751

Black Knights got that classic 1988 flow.

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