Lyric Roving Gangster (Rollin )
Everything s tight from my loot to my friends
I ain t got time to tighten up loose ends...Huh
I ve been that route too many times
If I ain t stabbed in the back I ain t fightin no crime
I wish for that which my heart holds near
But ain t nobody playin what I m tryin to hear
I ve been sayin for years that the fakes wouldn t last
You were jockin that bullshit, now you look like an ass
Get gassed in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain t got nothin more than time to kill
Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark is when you ll see me comin
My gun s gunnin and the 808 s hummin
Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude...Yeah
When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube
It s true I m from the old school
Where the rules don t bend and the beats don t end
No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be
I m still the...body rocking three emcee
So clap your hands to what he s doing
I m a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate
I m a contradiction...I m a twist of fate
See me rollin
You got me rollin
I m rollin
Searchin underneath the sun
Huh...Huh I m dead as shit, but I ain t been killed
See I m a Mack, I m a truck, but I m Peter built
I am the Trucker and my ego s large
I m the K to the I call me sarge
Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin hear them Harley s revvin
I m steppin to your crew with a glick of hits
Got 3 LP s but I ain t got no hits
And I m a greatful, hateful, little son of a G
I m a deadhead runnin from the D-P-D
Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a pole and you ll be swingin like a topless dancer
Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
Top car four Vogues on a hundred spokes
Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land
If it ain t all that I ll be back my man
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I m rollin
Searchin undearneath the sun
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I m rollin
Searching undearneath the sun
Uh
Come on
Feel me
Days roll by they...roll too fast
I said days roll by...I watch them pass
Yeah you wanna roll with Rock
And party with crews that just don t stop uh-huh Yeah
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I m rollin
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
I ain t got time to tighten up loose ends...Huh
I ve been that route too many times
If I ain t stabbed in the back I ain t fightin no crime
I wish for that which my heart holds near
But ain t nobody playin what I m tryin to hear
I ve been sayin for years that the fakes wouldn t last
You were jockin that bullshit, now you look like an ass
Get gassed in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain t got nothin more than time to kill
Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark is when you ll see me comin
My gun s gunnin and the 808 s hummin
Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude...Yeah
When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube
It s true I m from the old school
Where the rules don t bend and the beats don t end
No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the fuck I be
I m still the...body rocking three emcee
So clap your hands to what he s doing
I m a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate
I m a contradiction...I m a twist of fate
See me rollin
You got me rollin
I m rollin
Searchin underneath the sun
Huh...Huh I m dead as shit, but I ain t been killed
See I m a Mack, I m a truck, but I m Peter built
I am the Trucker and my ego s large
I m the K to the I call me sarge
Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin hear them Harley s revvin
I m steppin to your crew with a glick of hits
Got 3 LP s but I ain t got no hits
And I m a greatful, hateful, little son of a G
I m a deadhead runnin from the D-P-D
Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a pole and you ll be swingin like a topless dancer
Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
Top car four Vogues on a hundred spokes
Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land
If it ain t all that I ll be back my man
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I m rollin
Searchin undearneath the sun
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I m rollin
Searching undearneath the sun
Uh
Come on
Feel me
Days roll by they...roll too fast
I said days roll by...I watch them pass
Yeah you wanna roll with Rock
And party with crews that just don t stop uh-huh Yeah
Rolllin...you got me rollin
I m rollin
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
