Rollin
Z-Ro Lyrics

Comin' up as yungsta
Growing up as a youngster

Watchin' the OG's in the hood while they flossin' in they rides
Observing the older gangstas in the neighborhood as they show off their fancy cars

Candy paint, chrome wheels, and black magic on the attire
The cars are colorful and shiny with unique decorations

Me, yeah I was lovin' it, but not old enough drive
The artist was enamored with the cars, but too young to legally operate one

Parkin' lot pimpin' from the passenger side
Sitting in the passenger seat of a car and flirting with women who pass by in the parking lot

I use to walk everywhere I had to show up
The singer had to walk to all his destinations

Shoe hills, one down like wheel rubber, man I was about to go nuts
The singer had worn down heels on his shoes from walking so much, and it was driving him crazy

Hopefully I would blow up in these rap game man
The artist's aspiration was to become successful in the rap industry

My people roll swanga's, I wanted to be rollin' the same thang
The artist's community members had fancy cars, and he wanted to have one too

Never had alot of work, but I was doin' what I could
The artist didn't have a lot of lucrative opportunities, but he was making the most of what he had

Movin' nickles, dimes, twenty's, and ounces all threw my hood
The singer was involved in selling drugs in his neighborhood

Since I had a one yolla fines cash me up
The artist made money to pay a one dollar fine he incurred

Mean while thumpin' for a ride my homies pass me up
The singer was asking his friends for a ride, but they drove by him without stopping

It's all gravy, when I'm able I'm a showin' all somthin'
Everything is fine, and when the singer has the ability, he will show off his accomplishments

From a hopte to a foreign, I'm ballin' it's all or nothin'
From a low-end car ('hopte') to a luxury foreign vehicle, the singer is going all out in his pursuit of success

Treat my feet with' designer to fine sneak's when I leave my home
The artist wears expensive, fashionable sneakers when he goes out

Only place you catch me walkin' is to my mail box's
The only time the artist walks is to retrieve his mail

Cause on the streets I be on crome
The singer is always in a fancy car when he's out on the streets

Huh, I started off with' a canary yellow cutlass supreme on bald tire's
The singer began his car journey driving a yellow Cutlass that had worn-out tires

Yeah I know I was out of line
The artist is aware that the car wasn't in great shape

But that was all I could find
The artist couldn't afford a better car at the time

Or should I say that was all I could purchase for what I had to spend
The artist could only buy a car that fit his budget

But at least I had somthin' to go from point A to B and
The singer was grateful to have a car to take him to his desired locations

No more offerin' gas money to get a lift
The artist doesn't have to chip in money to get a ride anymore

Besides when your driven it's easyer to get a chick
It's easier to pick up women when driving a car than when walking

So ani't no more parkin' lot pimpin' at the club I'm up in there
The singer doesn't have to flirt with women from the parking lot anymore because he goes inside the club now

Seekin' little mama, with' thick thighs, I hope she let me in there
The singer is looking for women with curvy, shapely legs, and he hopes they will let him approach them

Like swim wear, pull up to the motel, and we'll go in there
After meeting a woman at the club, the artist invites her to a motel to have sex

Nothin' left to do but comit a sin there
The only activity planned for the motel visit is sexual activity

And that was in my hopte, but when I show up in my big body with' the gloss
The motel visit was in a low-end car, but the singer has since upgraded to a luxury car with shine and flash

All of the boppers was boppin' I just could'nt shake'm off
Women were attracted to the singer's luxury car and didn't leave him alone

Sixteen switches, tewnty-two inches, trunk goin' to war
The artist's new car has a hydraulic suspension with sixteen switches, 22 inch wheels, and a powerful subwoofer

They don't want to lay here with me, they want to lay in my car
Women are more interested in having sex in the artist's car than in being intimate with him

I was lovin' it back then and still love it today
The artist has always enjoyed his cars and still does today

Except I'm not yellow cutlase no more, I'm 300 blue over gray, on chrome
The singer's current vehicle is a blue 300 on chrome rims and tires and is an upgrade from his old yellow Cutlass

Finally I'm in the mix, ridin' twenty four's or twenty six
The artist is now part of the elite group of people who drive cars with larger rims (24 or 26 inches)

My neck and my wrist lite, with' out me sellin' a brick
The singer has expensive jewelry, but not from selling drugs

Tv's in the roof and the dashboard and I'm watchin' a flick
The singer's car has televisions in the roof and dashboard, and he's watching a movie

Rollin' with my pistol in my lap and I'm cockin' if
The singer carries a gun in his lap and is prepared to use it if necessary

I spy somethin' suspicious in my rear view mirror when I'm creepin'
The artist is aware of any suspicious activity when driving slowly

If you plan on jackin' me I plan on leavin' you sleepin'
If anyone tries to rob or attack the artist, he will fight back with deadly force

I be in different vehicle cause I'm havin' thangs
The singer switches between different cars based on his business and activities

King of the ghetto entertainment got me havin' change
The singer's success in the music industry has resulted in wealth

You can smell it on me, even tho quite, the way I live it be tellin' on me
The artist's extravagant lifestyle is evident even if he doesn't talk about it much

Don't get twisted I'm still a felon homie
The artist has a criminal record, despite his success

Thinkin' you goin' to rob me that's a N O
The artist warns anyone not to attempt to rob him

And when I'm in N O I roll with god and as always Mr.Marsello
When he's in New Orleans, the singer associates with religious authority and his security guard Mr. Marsello

And they be with me when they in Texas don't par take it as a spy
The same religious authority and security guard are with the artist when he visits Texas, but don't assume they're spying on him

Harlum nights in stores where they drop it like it's hot
The singer attends exclusive events and clubs where women dance seductively

So if your tryin' to call me and I don't answer my phone
If someone calls the singer and he doesn't answer, it's because his music is too loud while he's driving

I can't hear it cause my music to loud I'm bangin' on chrome
The singer plays his music loudly and proudly as he drives in his fancy car