Rollin

(album: Crack - 2008)

[Z-Ro:]
Coming up as yungsta
Watching the OG's in the hood while they flossing in they rides
Candy paint, chrome wheels, and black magic on the attire
Me, yeah I was loving it, but not old enough drive
Parking lot pimping from the passenger side
I use to walk everywhere I had to show up
Shoe hills, one down like wheel rubber, man I was about to go nuts
Hopefully I would blow up in these rap game man
My people roll swanga's, I wanted to be rolling the same thang
Never had alot of work, but I was doing what I could
Moving nickles, dimes, twenty's, and ounces all threw my hood
Since I had a one yolla fines cash me up
Mean while thumping for a ride my homies pass me up
It's all gravy, when I'm able I'm a showing all somthing
From a hopte to a foreign, I'm balling it's all or nothing
Treat my feet with' designer to fine sneak's when I leave my home
Only place you catch me walking is to my mail box's
Cause on the streets I be on crome

I'll keep rolling chrome
I'll keep rolling chrome
Wood grain is what I'm holding on
I'll keep rolin chrome

[Z-Ro:]
Huh, I started off with' a canary yellow cuttlase supreme on bald tire's
Yeah I know I was out of line
But that was all I could find
Or should I say that was all I could purchase for what I had to spend
But at least I had somthing to go from point A to B and
No more offering gas money to get a lift
Besides when your driven it's easyer to get a chick
So ani't no more parking lot pimping at the club I'm up in there
Seeking little mama, with' thick thighs, I hope she let me in there
Like swim wear, pull up to the motel, and we'll go in there
Nothing left to do but comit a sin there
And that was in my hopte, but when I show up in my big body with' the gloss
All of the boppers was bopping I just could'nt shake'm off
Sixteen switches, tewnty-two inches, trunk going to war
They don't want to lay here with me, they want to lay in my car
I was loving it back then and still love it today
Except I'm not yellow cutlase no more, I'm 300 blue over gray, on chrome

I'll keep rolling chrome
I'll keep rolling chrome
Wood grain is what I'm holding on
I'll keep rolin chrome

[Z-Ro:]
Finally I'm in the mix, riding twenty-four's or twenty-six
My neck and my wrist lite, with' out me selling a brick
Tv's in the roof and the dashboard and I'm watching a flick
Rolling with my pistol in my lap and I'm cocking if
I spy somthing suspicious in my rear view mirror when I'm creeping
If you plan on jacking me I plan on leaving you sleeping
I be in different vehicle cause I'm having thangs
King of the ghetto enertainment got me having change
You can smell it on me, even tho quite, the way I live it be telling on me
Don't get twisted I'm still a felon homie
Thinking you going to rob me that's a N O
And when I'm in N O I roll with god and as always Mr.Marsello
And they be with me when they in texas don't par take it as a spy
Harlum nights in stores where they drop it like it's hot
So if your trying to call me and I don't answer my phone
I can't hear it cause my music to loud I'm banging on chrome

I'll keep rolling chrome (rollin chrome)
I'll keep rolling chrome (rollin chrome)
Wood grain is what I'm holding on (holdin on)
I'll keep rolin chrome (Yaah)
I'll keep rolling chrome (yes I am)
I'll keep rolling chrome (I'm rollin chrome)
Wood grain is what I'm holding on (is what I'm holdin on)
I'll keep rolin chrome (S.U.C.)
(baby) (S.U.C.)