ROLLIN'
Xzibit feat. Jelly Roll Lyrics

See, I was trippin' through the city with a big ol' pistol
I was wandering in the city streets carrying a large gun

Trickin' off these niggaz in the Range, rental
I am showing off to others in my expensive Range Rover rental car

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

Lookin' through my rear view, they followin' me
I noticed that someone is following me by looking at my car's mirrors

I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me
I'm confused about why someone is following me

I seem them niggaz creepin' two cars behind me
I noticed those guys are following me from two vehicles behind me

You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my piece
No one can surprise attack me because I am always ready with my gun

You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the police
I won't call the police even if you are crazy enough to think that I will

I'm a beast, still got a crease
I'm confident, and I still have my sharp creased pants

Still got my Converse thumpin' down the concrete
I'm still the same old me, wearing my Converse shoes and walking on concrete

Black and blue Bugatti
I own a black and blue Bugatti

This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me
I'm a skilled and successful thief, and no one can deny that

My garage, a mirage, a collage of chrome
My garage is a beautiful and flashy display of shiny chrome cars

I look alive with the nine when I leave my home
I feel confident and powerful carrying my gun when I leave my house

Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
I've traveled the world, touring in Japan and enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of Rome

This is grown man business, recognize the tone
This is serious business for adults, so understand the importance of the situation

If I don't recognize the number, won't answer my phone
I won't answer my phone unless I recognize the number, to avoid unwanted conversations

Rockin' every area code, still stay in my zone
I'm popular in every area, but I still stay true to myself and my strengths

I don't play no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm grown
I'm not playing around anymore, I'm an adult now so show respect

Now I crack your fuckin' neck to the shit I'm on, yeah
I'll make you listen to and understand my music so completely it's like cracking your neck

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop rollin'
My 1964 car is shiny and customized, with its convertible roof down

Get your weight up 'cause X can't stop rollin'
You have to get stronger because I won't stop succeeding

Niggaz thought it was over but X came back rollin'
People thought I was down and out, but I came back stronger

I got my own sack to roll, so I'm rollin'
I have my own drugs to roll up, so I am smoking and driving

Yeah, my release bang through the streets
My music resonates powerfully throughout the neighborhood

We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
We are rhythmic and powerful like monkeys, shaping the beat to our liking

Niggaz hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they tell
People are hating and falling for lies, so they are against me

My reality takin' over where that fiction fail
The truth about me is becoming clear after people's false beliefs failed them

What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin'
Since everything is out in the open now, I'm not afraid to reveal what I am hiding

Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood rollin'
I love the taste and smell of the weed I rolled in the backwood cigar

Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit
My supercharged Range Rover has an upgraded suspension strut kit

My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck, bitch?
My necklace hangs to my waist. What's wrong with that, bitch?

Boomerang my change, I rearrange some thangs
I carefully manage my expenses and make adjustments to improve things

My slang, click, bang and expose they brains
My words are so powerful they hit like a gunshot and reveal the audience's true thoughts

Then I pray, “Our Father who art in Heaven”
I invoke a prayer to God

Got people jumpin' out the buildin' like 9/11
My music is so powerful it makes people jump up and move, like the 9/11 disaster

Malcolm X to the Z, landin' on them like Plymouth Rock
I am strong and authoritative, landing on the audience with an impact like Plymouth Rock

You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin' mouth
If anyone tries to fight me, I will knock them out and punch them in the mouth

Now e'rybody know the business, you want it, come get it
Everyone knows what's happening now, so if you want my stuff, come get it

But if you rollin', throw it up, let me know that you with it
If you are living the same lifestyle as me, show me by raising your hands in agreement

Yeah, I repeat my name over beats
I reinforce my name by saying it repeatedly in my music

I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
I indulge in luxury while you can't handle it and feel defeated

Escalation, elevation to another plateau
I am constantly improving and reaching new heights

Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow
Mental growth sometimes requires taking a step back and reflecting on oneself

Here we go, what you know? Campaign in motion
Let's get the show on the road for my ongoing campaign

Straight West Coast and West worldwide rollin'
I represent the west coast and it's culture and keep it going all over the world

Got that Aston Martin DV9 equipped with a stash box
I have a hidden compartment in my Aston Martin DB9 to store illegal items

In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
This secret compartment is useful if I ever find myself in a difficult situation

Strip down my frame, repave my lane
I work hard to improve my physical body and mind

Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
My writing is creatively insane, like Orson Welles in Citizen Kane

Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Don't cry in pain when my gun fires

Make it taste like shit when you sayin' my name
People have negative reactions to my name because they hate me

It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin' the belt
I am the skilled and strong Golden State fighter, with the champion's belt

'Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no help
I am self-sufficient and powerful, I can do it all alone

This is a pistol, I use to protect myself
My gun is a tool for self-protection

Careful these hammerhead hollow points
Beware of the type of bullets I use

Is bad for your health, my nia
These types of bullets are dangerous and can harm you