Rollin'
Redman Feat KFAM & Keith Murray Lyrics
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That's that shit though
Get the motherfuckin Squad packed
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is bond
Test the crew with the guns and let's get this shit on
Why, must I be like that? Why, must I pack the gat?
On my left, niggaz be rollin with the ruckus
Heard PPP and LOD is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers
Journey to the land is on
The winner of the spittin bomb marathon
The fuck you up lyrathon, whatever you choose
prepare to lose that title
Turnin vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncles
who started smokin weed outta bibles
Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle
Men-estration cycles, I give bitches
Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches
Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow
Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoe
I keep it rollin
Ask yourself man
How ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da schools of the wack
From the Land of the Lost, you get tossed
Listen to my veloc(ity), my crew's comin off
Yeah, more sneaky than casino switches
Diggin ditches for all Moskino bitches
Clockin decimal figures, I'm gettin out diggers
Now my choice of truck is a Land
cause a Landcruise much bigger
It pack two to three more niggaz
Damn I hate a golddigger
Yeah, gimme that microphone
I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home
I keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zones
Love seafood and keep my nine millimis chrome
So it can shine up your dome
When I proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like Sea Breeze
Wreckin your ass armaggedeon style
Twenty four seven while
My crew chin check your profile
(Rollin)
I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme maker
Grimy by nature, database maker
Play em out like Sega, Saturn
Blow your blocks in patterns for about nine acres
Testes, crew wearin bulletproof and double S's
Karl Kani down, camoflouge can't hide the sounds
of a fo' pound (boo-yaa)
Givin you Six Flags, bustin merry go rounds
But my crew stay ill with that unreal appeal
I be the raw water, my cheek bones outta have gills
below like the opera
Smooth on the trigger for all you block cockers
I be the key to criminology
Blast and rotate enemies at three buck sixty
Pick me, as your Senator
Take the dove from your battlefield son, fuck Pat Benatar
Run, head for the hills
Back in the day, these niggaz rolled up on me with
the trunk filled with Bomber Brooklyns, sheeps and quartervilles
Aiyyo take that shit, aiyyo Money snap the grill
Body caught chills as he ate this nine mil
Mine kills two but my nine was sign sealed
And ready to deliver, but Money had me too close
to reach for toast, soon as that nigga blink I broke ghost
Dash back to South Orange Ave with dollar bill to smoke dope
I keep em rollin
This is DJ SAY WHAT?? on this motherfucker
Sayin the dick is long, but my time is short
Before I go, just remember
If your box ain't on FDS radio, you're fuckin up
The song “Rollin” by Redman feat KFAM & Keith Murray was released in 1996. The lyrics of the song are complex and talk about various topics. The song starts with Redman mentioning that it’s 1996 and they need to pull their guns out and get ready for action. The chorus goes on to question why they have to be like this and pack guns. The verses of the song talk about the different things that the artists have faced or seen. They also mention the crazy motherfuckers of PPP and LOD. The song ends with a voiceover by DJ SAY WHAT?? who talks about his radio channel FDS radio and how the listeners should tune in.
The chorus of the song is critical of the gun culture and the necessity of carrying guns. Redman questions why they have to pack the gat and end up resorting to violence. The chorus raises this question to its listeners and forces them to think about the reason behind widespread gun ownership.
The verse sung by Keith Murray talks about how he and his crew are different from others. They don’t hide behind camouflaged clothes but wear bulletproof jackets instead. He describes how his crew is skilled with guns and can take down many enemies. The verse sings about how they are the key to criminology and can bust rounds upon some suckas. The verse not only speaks about their skills but also brags about them.
The song’s lyrics are a mix of a lot of different topics. Some of them talk about violence and guns, while others talk about skill and talent. The song ends with a voiceover by DJ SAY WHAT??, who promotes his radio channel and encourages the listeners to tune in.
Line by Line Meaning
Nineteen ninety mother fuckin six
The year 1996, an important year of hip-hop music.
That's that shit though
That's the good stuff.
Get the motherfuckin Squad packed
Assemble the rap group, be prepared for action.
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is bond
We must prepare ourselves quickly and efficiently.
Test the crew with the guns and let's get this shit on
Challenge the group to a gunfight and engage in battle.
Why, must I be like that? Why, must I pack the gat?
Why do I have to carry a gun?
On my left, niggaz be rollin with the ruckus
The people to my left have guns and are ready for violence.
Ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz
Prepared to shoot people.
Heard PPP and LOD is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers
PPP and LOD are both violent groups.
Journey to the land is on
The journey to the destination has begun.
The winner of the spittin bomb marathon
The winner of the rap competition.
The fuck you up lyrathon, whatever you choose
No matter what kind of competition you choose, I will destroy you with my lyrics.
prepare to lose that title
Be ready to lose your crown.
Turnin vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncles
I am willing to risk my life for my uncles, who are my idols.
who started smokin weed outta bibles
My uncles have a history of smoking weed from bibles.
Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle
They gave me weed when I shot my first rifle.
Men-estration cycles, I give bitches
I give girls money while they are on their menstrual cycle.
Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches
Bring your toughest guy and I'll beat him up.
Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow
We can battle, one group against another.
Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoe
Bang your head and do cocaine off of your girlfriend's body.
I keep it rollin
I am constantly moving forward.
Ask yourself man
Think about it, man.
How ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Being ugly doesn't matter if you are a skilled MC.
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
People underestimate me because of my light skin tone and my awards.
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da schools of the wack
My entire being is great at rapping and destroying subpar rappers.
From the Land of the Lost, you get tossed
If you come from a bad place, you will get destroyed.
Listen to my veloc(ity), my crew's comin off
Listen to my speed and flow, my group is amazing.
Yeah, more sneaky than casino switches
Even sneakier than casino gamblers.
Diggin ditches for all Moskino bitches
Creating problems for people who wear Moskino clothing.
Clockin decimal figures, I'm gettin out diggers
Making a lot of money and avoiding bad situations.
Now my choice of truck is a Land
I prefer a certain type of car.
cause a Landcruise much bigger
Because the Landcruiser is bigger than other cars I have owned.
It pack two to three more niggaz
It can fit two to three more people than other cars.
Damn I hate a golddigger
I hate people who only want me for my money.
Yeah, gimme that microphone
Give me that microphone.
I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home
I intimidate my opponents.
I keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zones
I'm always on the phone talking to people who need to contact me.
Love seafood and keep my nine millimis chrome
I like seafood and always have my gun ready.
So it can shine up your dome
So I can shoot you in the head with a clean gun.
When I proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like Sea Breeze
When I rap, I am precise and clear like the breeze by the sea.
Wreckin your ass armaggedeon style
Destroying you in a chaotic and intense way.
Twenty four seven while
All the time, non-stop.
My crew chin check your profile
My group is always checking on our enemies.
(Rollin)
Constantly moving forward.
I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme maker
I'm great at rapping and creating chaos.
Grimy by nature, database maker
I'm dirty and simultaneously good with databases.
Play em out like Sega, Saturn
I can beat someone as if I'm playing a video game.
Blow your blocks in patterns for about nine acres
I can shoot guns in a specific pattern and have an effective range of nine acres.
Testes, crew wearin bulletproof and double S's
We test our guns, and my crew wears bulletproof vests and double S (Suicidal Side) attire.
Karl Kani down, camoflouge can't hide the sounds
The sound of our guns cannot be hidden by Karl Kani or camo clothing.
of a fo' pound (boo-yaa)
The sound of a .44 magnum.
Givin you Six Flags, bustin merry go rounds
Causing chaos and destruction similar to a theme park.
But my crew stay ill with that unreal appeal
My group is amazing with a unique appeal.
I be the raw water, my cheek bones outta have gills
I'm the rawest of the raw, and my bones are like gills on a fish.
below like the opera
I am the best in the game, like the best opera singers.
Smooth on the trigger for all you block cockers
I'm great at shooting guns, and I'm ready for anyone who might challenge me.
I be the key to criminology
I'm the master of crime.
Blast and rotate enemies at three buck sixty
Shoot and destroy my enemies using 360 degrees at 360 bullets per minute.
Pick me, as your Senator
Vote for me to be your senator.
Take the dove from your battlefield son, fuck Pat Benatar
Take your victory and forget Pat Benatar.
Run, head for the hills
Run away while you can.
Back in the day, these niggaz rolled up on me with
In the past, these guys confronted me with guns.
the trunk filled with Bomber Brooklyns, sheeps and quartervilles
They had a car trunk full of drugs and guns.
Aiyyo take that shit, aiyyo Money snap the grill
We took the drugs and called Money to sell them.
Body caught chills as he ate this nine mil
Money was scared as he sold the drugs and guns.
Mine kills two but my nine was sign sealed
My gun is powerful and effective.
And ready to deliver, but Money had me too close
I was ready to shoot, but Money was too scared.
to reach for toast, soon as that nigga blink I broke ghost
I ran away as soon as Money blinked.
Dash back to South Orange Ave with dollar bill to smoke dope
I ran back to South Orange Avenue to smoke weed.
I keep em rollin
I am constantly moving forward.
This is DJ SAY WHAT?? on this motherfucker
This is DJ SAY WHAT?? talking in this song.
Sayin the dick is long, but my time is short
I'm only going to talk for a little bit, but I have a lot to say.
Before I go, just remember
Before I finish, remember this.
If your box ain't on FDS radio, you're fuckin up
You're not listening to good music if you're not listening to FDS radio.
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Eric Barrier, Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble, Tyrone Griffin
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