Rollin
Z-Ro feat. Chris Ward Lyrics

Comin' up as yungsta
Growing up as a young boy

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

Candy paint, chrome wheels, and black magic on the attire
The cars had colorful paint, shiny wheels, and were decked out with various accessories

Me, yeah I was lovin' it, but not old enough drive
I was enjoying the sight of the cars, but too young to drive one

Parkin' lot pimpin' from the passenger side
Hanging out in the parking lot, enjoying the scene from the passenger side

I use to walk everywhere I had to show up
I used to walk to every place I needed to go

Shoe hills, one down like wheel rubber, man I was about to go nuts
My shoes were worn out like tire rubber, and I was going crazy

Hopefully I would blow up in these rap game man
I was hoping to make it big in the rap industry

My people roll swanga's, I wanted to be rollin' the same thang
My friends were driving Swangas, and I wanted to drive one too

Never had alot of work, but I was doin' what I could
I didn't have a lot of money, but I was doing what I could to make ends meet

Movin' nickles, dimes, twenty's, and ounces all threw my hood
I was selling drugs in my neighborhood

Since I had a one yolla fines cash me up
Since I received a $100 fine, I had some extra money

Mean while thumpin' for a ride my homies pass me up
My friends would drive past me while I was looking for a ride

It's all gravy, when I'm able I'm a showin' all somthin'
I'm happy about everything, and when I'm able to, I'll show off what I have

From a hopte to a foreign, I'm ballin' it's all or nothin'
From a small car to a foreign one, I'm living big and taking risks

Treat my feet with' designer to fine sneak's when I leave my home
I wear fashionable and expensive sneakers when I go out

Only place you catch me walkin' is to my mail box's
I only walk to get my mail

Cause on the streets I be on crome
On the streets, my car is shiny and polished

Huh, I started off with' a canary yellow cutlass supreme on bald tire's
I began my journey with a yellow Cutlass Supreme with bald tires

Yeah I know I was out of line
I know that wasn't the best car to start with

But that was all I could find
But that was the only car I could afford

Or should I say that was all I could purchase for what I had to spend
That was the only car I could buy based on my budget

But at least I had somthin' to go from point A to B and
At least I had a car to get me from one place to another

No more offerin' gas money to get a lift
I don't have to offer gas money to get a ride anymore

Besides when your driven it's easyer to get a chick
It's easier to attract women when you have a car

So ani't no more parkin' lot pimpin' at the club I'm up in there
I don't have to hang out in the parking lot anymore, I can go into the club

Seekin' little mama, with' thick thighs, I hope she let me in there
I'm looking for a woman with a curvy figure, and hoping she'll let me in the club with her

Like swim wear, pull up to the motel, and we'll go in there
We'll go into the motel like we're wearing swimwear

Nothin' left to do but comit a sin there
There's nothing else to do but commit a sinful act

And that was in my hopte, but when I show up in my big body with' the gloss
I used to do these things in a less impressive car, but now I show off in a shiny, large car

All of the boppers was boppin' I just could'nt shake'm off
All the attractive women were interested in me, and I couldn't get rid of them

Sixteen switches, tewnty-two inches, trunk goin' to war
My car has sixteen switches, twenty-two inch wheels, and a loud subwoofer

They don't want to lay here with me, they want to lay in my car
They're more interested in being in my car than being with me

Except I'm not yellow cutlase no more, I'm 300 blue over gray, on chrome
My car is no longer a yellow Cutlass, it's blue over gray and polished

Finally I'm in the mix, ridin' twenty four's or twenty six
Now I'm part of the action, driving on 24 or 26 inch wheels

My neck and my wrist lite, with' out me sellin' a brick
I have expensive jewelry even though I don't sell drugs anymore

Tv's in the roof and the dashboard and I'm watchin' a flick
There are TVs in the roof and the dashboard, and I'm watching a movie

Rollin' with my pistol in my lap and I'm cockin' if
I'm carrying a gun in my lap for protection

I spy somethin' suspicious in my rear view mirror when I'm creepin'
I'm watching for anything suspicious in my rear-view mirror when I'm driving slowly

If you plan on jackin' me I plan on leavin' you sleepin'
If you're planning to rob me, I'll knock you unconscious and leave you there

I be in different vehicle cause I'm havin' thangs
I change cars often because I can afford to buy new ones

King of the ghetto entertainment got me havin' change
My success in the ghetto entertainment industry has given me a lot of money

You can smell it on me, even tho quite, the way I live it be tellin' on me
You can tell I have money by the way I'm living, even if I don't talk about it much

Don't get twisted I'm still a felon homie
I'm still a convicted criminal, even with my money and success

Thinkin' you goin' to rob me that's a N O
Don't even think about robbing me

And when I'm in N O I roll with god and as always Mr.Marsello
When I'm in New Orleans, I'm protected by a higher power and Mr. Marsello

And they be with me when they in Texas don't par take it as a spy
They're with me in Texas too, so don't think they're spying on you

Harlum nights in stores where they drop it like it's hot
I'm enjoying the nightlife and having fun in the stores where people are dancing

So if your tryin' to call me and I don't answer my phone
If you're trying to call me and I don't answer, it's because my music is too loud and I'm driving on polished rims

I can't hear it cause my music to loud I'm bangin' on chrome
My music is too loud to hear my phone ringing, and I'm enjoying driving on polished rims