Xzibit released his second album, 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz, on August 25, 1998; it peaked at number 53 on the Billboard 200. The album also contained the single "What U See Is What U Get", which peaked at #50 on the Billboard Hot 100. The album's success caught attention from West Coast rapper Dr. Dre who acted as the executive producer on Xzibit's third album, Restless, which was released on December 12, 2000.
Restless debuted at number 14 on the Billboard 200 and was later certified platinum in the U.S. The album contained the singles "Front 2 Back", "X", and "Get Your Walk On". His follow-up album Man vs. Machine (2002) also enjoyed success; it debuted at number 3 on the Billboard 200 and was certified gold. Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004) also became certified gold. After the release of Full Circle in 2006, Xzibit underwent a hiatus, not releasing music until the release of his seventh studio album Napalm on October 9, 2012. Since 2013, he is part of the hip-hop supergroup Serial Killers.
Xzibit has also gained fame as an actor and television host, for his role as Shyne Johnson in the television series Empire, and as the host for the reality television series Pimp My Ride. He has starred in the films Gridiron Gang (2006), The X-Files: I Want to Believe (2008), Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans (2009) and Sun Dogs (2017).
Full Wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xzibit
Studio albums
At the Speed of Life (1996)
40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Restless (2000)
Man vs. Machine (2002)
Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
Full Circle (2006)
Napalm (2012)
King Maker (2022)
ROLLIN'
Xzibit Lyrics
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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
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
The song Rollin' by Xzibit is a rap song that follows the story of the rapper as he travels through the city with a pistol on him, drinking and smoking, and trying to shake off some people who he thinks are following him. He expresses the fact that he won’t hesitate to protect himself, but he won't call the police. He then goes on to boast about his luxurious lifestyle, driving a Bugatti and having a garage full of expensive vehicles. He speaks about his success worldwide and how he is now at the top of his game. He ends the song by repeating the chorus of how he's still "rollin'" and nobody can stop him.
The lyrics in the song Rollin' reveal Xzibit's tough image and how he's overcome the obstacles in his life. The lyrics talk about his reality, success, and powerful image. Xzibit seems to be reflecting back on his past struggles and mistakes, but also, determined to succeed in the midst of potential danger.
Line by Line Meaning
See, I was trippin' through the city with a big ol' pistol
I was wandering through the town with a large gun
Trickin' off these niggaz in the Range, rental
Playing games with these guys in a rented Range Rover
I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda tipsy
I was smoking and drinking and got a little drunk
Lookin' through my rear view, they followin' me
I noticed someone following me in my rearview mirror
I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me
I'm questioning why these people are following me
I seem them niggaz creepin' two cars behind me
I spotted those guys slowly driving two cars behind me
You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my piece
I'm always prepared and carrying my gun with me
You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police
You're out of your mind if you expect me to call the cops
I'm a beast, still got a crease
I'm tough and still keep my clothes looking crisp
Still got my Converse thumpin' down the concrete
I'm still wearing my Converse shoes and they make a loud sound on the pavement
Black and blue Bugatti
I have a black and blue Bugatti car
This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me
I'm committing robbery with force and you can't resist me
My garage, a mirage, a collage of chrome
My garage looks like an illusion, a collection of shiny things
I look alive with the nine when I leave my home
I feel confident when I carry my gun with me
Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
I've toured in Japan and relaxed in Rome
This is grown man business, recognize the tone
This is for adults only, pay attention
If I don't recognize the number, won't answer my phone
I won't answer my phone if I don't know who is calling
Rockin' every area code, still stay in my zone
I perform music in every area code but still stick to my style
I don't play no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm grown
I'm not playing games anymore, I'm an adult
Now I crack your fuckin' neck to the shit I'm on, yeah
I'll hurt you if you mess with me or my music
Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin'
My car is a shiny, customized 1964 car with a convertible top
Get your weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin'
Get stronger because I won't be stopped
Niggaz thought it was over but X came back rollin'
People thought I was done but I'm back to being successful
I got my own sack to roll, so I'm rollin'
I have my own marijuana to smoke, so I'm smoking
Yeah, my release bang through the streets
My music is played loudly in the streets
We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
We create music with skill and passion
Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they tell
People who hate on me are drawn to the false things they hear about me
My reality takin' over where that fiction fail
My real life is more compelling than any fake stories about me
What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin'
I might as well be honest and show what I've got
Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood rollin'
My blunt tastes good and smells nice
Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit
My Range Rover has a powerful engine and customized suspension
My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck, bitch?
My necklace is very long and impressive, what's up, girl?
Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs
I'm always getting change back and adjusting things in my life
My slang, click, bang and expose they brains
My unique way of speaking affects people's minds
Then I pray, “Our Father who art in Heaven”
I sometimes pray a Christian prayer
Got people jumpin' out the buildin' like 9/11
My music has a powerful impact on my listeners
Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on them like Plymouth Rock
I'm making a strong statement like Malcolm X did, and it's significant like the landing of the Pilgrims did
You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin' mouth
You'll get punched in the mouth if you mess with me
Now e'rybody know the business, you want it, come get it
Everyone knows who I am and what I do, 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 cool and want to join me, show me what you've got
Yeah, I repeat my name over beats
I repeat my name when I'm rapping over music
I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
I enjoy expensive things while you feel defeated
Escalation, elevation to another plateau
I'm reaching a higher level of success
Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow
Sometimes you need to take a break and reflect to improve yourself
Here we go, what you know? Campaign in motion
Let's get started, what information do you have? My campaign is on the move
Straight West Coast and West worldwide rollin'
I'm making music for the West Coast and for every part of the world
Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
I have an Aston Martin car with a hidden compartment
In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
Just in case I'm ever alone and in trouble
Strip down my frame, repave my lane
I'm rethinking and improving myself
Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
I'm crazy talented with my writing, like the main character in Citizen Kane
Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Don't cry when my gun fires
Make it taste like shit when you sayin' my name
I'll make your insults look bad when you talk about me
It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin' the belt
I'm the champion representing California
'Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no help
I don't need anyone else because I'm strong enough on my own
This is a pistol, I use to protect myself
This is my weapon, which I use to defend myself
Careful these hammerhead hollow points
My bullets are dangerous and can cause severe damage
Is bad for your health, my nia
It's not good for you, 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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