Rollin
Xzibit (Feat. Jelly Roll) Lyrics

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

Trickin' off these niggaz in the Range, rental
Deceiving and cheating these people by renting a Range Rover

I was smokin', drinkin', end up kinda tipsy
I was smoking weed and drinking alcohol which made me a little drunk

Lookin' through my rear view, they followin' me
I noticed someone was following me when I checked the rearview mirror

I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me
I was asking myself why the hell someone would be following me

I seem them niggaz creepin' two cars behind me
I saw those guys creeping two cars behind me

You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my piece
I'm always alert and ready to react with my gun by my side

You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police
You are crazy if you expect me to call the cops

I'm a beast, still got a crease
I'm a badass and I'm still fresh

Still got my Converse thumpin' down the concrete
I'm still crushing the pavement with my Converse shoes

Black and blue Bugatti
I own a black and blue Bugatti

This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me
I'm so rich and powerful that I can rob without anyone denying me

My garage, a mirage, a collage of chrome
My garage has so many shining cars that it seems fake

I look alive with the nine when I leave my home
I look threatening and powerful when I carry my gun outside

Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
I've been touring Japan and having a good time in Rome

This is grown man business, recognize the tone
This is serious business, pay attention

If I don't recognize the number, won't answer my phone
I don't pick up unknown calls

Rockin' every area code, still stay in my zone
I'm famous and I've been to many different locations, but I still belong to my hometown zone

I don't play no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm grown
I'm too old for stupid games, don't mess with me

Now I crack your fuckin' neck to the shit I'm on, yeah
I'll hurt you badly if you mess with me

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin'
I ride a chrome-topped 1964 car

Get your weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin'
Try to catch up with me if you can, I'll never stop rolling

Niggaz thought it was over but X came back rollin'
People thought I was finished, but I came back strong

I got my own sack to roll, so I'm rollin'
I have my own weed, so I'm rolling my own joint

Yeah, my release bang through the streets
My song is a hit and people love it

We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
We're so relaxed and cool that we can mess with the rhythm

Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they tell
People hate me and can't stop listening to rumors

My reality takin' over where that fiction fail
My real life is more interesting than the made up stuff about me

What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin'
Why not, I'll reveal my secrets

Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood rollin'
I'm smoking a sweet and aromatic cigar

Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit
My Range Rover is upgraded with a powerful engine and a strut kit

My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck, bitch?
My chain is so long that it hangs to my genitals, what's up?

Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs
I throw back my change and rearrange my stuff

My slang, click, bang and expose they brains
My words hit hard and make people think

Then I pray, “Our Father who art in Heaven”
I'm a religious person, and I pray to God

Got people jumpin' out the buildin' like 9/11
My music is so explosive that people react to it like the 9/11 attacks

Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on them like Plymouth Rock
I'm like Malcolm X, powerful and impactful

You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin' mouth
You'll get punched in the mouth and get knocked out

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

But if you rollin', throw it up, let me know that you with it
If you're cool, then show me and let me know you're on my side

Yeah, I repeat my name over beats
I always say my name in my songs

I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
I enjoy luxurious things while you feel defeated

Escalation, elevation to another plateau
My life is always getting better and reaching new levels

Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow
Sometimes you have to fail to learn and grow

Here we go, what you know? Campaign in motion
Let's get started, what do you know? We're on a campaign

Straight West Coast and West worldwide rollin'
I'm representing the West Coast wherever I go

Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
My Aston Martin has a secret compartment for drugs or money

In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
Just in case I end up in trouble and need something hidden

Strip down my frame, repave my lane
I'm reinventing myself and rebuilding my life

Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
I'm crazy talented with my writing, like Orson Welles

Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Don't whine when my gun fires

Make it taste like shit when you sayin' my name
Don't say my name again, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth

It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin' the belt
I'm the champion of California, holding the title

'Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no help
I can handle everything by myself, I don't need any help

This is a pistol, I use to protect myself
This gun is for my self-defense

Careful these hammerhead hollow points
Be careful with my special bullets that expand on impact

Is bad for your health, my nia
They'll hurt and kill you, my friend