Rollin’ - Intellectual

[Intro: Kanye West]

Will I ever change in this life?

My grandma said I'll never change and she right

Y'all think that L.A. gang banging shit hype?

Well you finna' find out what the game be like

Will I ever change in this life?

My grandma said I'll never change and she right

Y'all think that L.A. gang banging shit hype?

Well you finna' find out what the game be like

[Verse 1: The Game]

Red rag on my rearview

No tint in the Porsche, see clear through

God screaming up out them speakers

So loud that a nigga can't hear you

Wake up to a diamond cross, I'm a Christian

Got a nigga feeling like Obama 'nem

Niggas shot out my windows, they jealous and envy

They spit on my 'Rari, they keyed up my Bentley

They went at my top dog like Ab-Soul and Kendrick

I said I'm a killa', goddamnit, I meant it

I said I sold crack, nigga bubbling skillets

At my grandma's house, I was selling work in it

And god bless her soul, she died

Back out the four, load up the five

Pop up the trunk, load up them pies

Aye 'Ye, ain't this how them niggas do it in the Chi?

Vice Lords, GDs

Crips, Bloods and Impala's on gold Ds

Yesterday a nigga swore he was a man in the hood

Now he begging for his life on both knees

I'm a killer, no co-Ds

Ask 40 Glocc, niggas don't know me

Got a problem, Blood? Then come show me

I'm on Rosecrans in them Kobes

Got diamonds off in my Rollie

Granddaddy stuffed in my stogie

Motherfuck them Axel Foleys

Where I'm from, niggas shooting at the police

Man these fuck niggas got me screwed up

I'm like Papa Smurf in that blue truck

Red hat, red pants

Walking inside Dreams with the kush in my hand - I'm

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up

[Verse 2: Trae The Truth]

Young nigga fifteen, broke, livin’ the scene

Sawed-off in my pants, ‘bout to go make a lane

Finna' rob me a nigga who’s money wasn’t the same

Somebody gon' give it to me or get one off in the brain

Mama used to struggle just to feed me scraps

Every Saturday, it was Yo! MTV Raps

Got sick of looking at other niggas that ain't deserve it

So I followed my older brother to beat these traps

I ain't worried about the law, I've seen everything

The hood hot like the Devil had it off in his hands

In the spot, no AC, a couple of fans

Last pack, I flipped that, a couple of vans

If I ain't hustle to eat, I was doing that sippin' Screw

But they wouldn't give it to me, every day I was paying dues

I was a young wild nigga missing a couple screws

In the hood, when I'm scared, only thing I'ma use when I'm

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

Mane, hold up (Mane, hold up)

Young and I leans with a cup full of lean

And a .4-0 tucked (.4-0 tucked)

No more sleep, gotta get more bucks

OG rolled up (Four poured up)

Stakes are high

So I pray to God the folks don't roll up (Don't roll up)

Big sister told me I need to grow up

But I need that money, better not crumb me

Pockets fat as my codeine tummy

Tryna get blowed like my nose was runny

I work for mine, you can't take that from me

Wrap it up like a Egyptian mummy

And have it ready when I roll on up

Stacking dough on up from the floor on up

And I'm all through the hood like a ice cream truck

Just rollin'

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up

[Verse 4: Slim Thug]

Keep kush rolled in that dream I'm holding

In the candy Caddy with the ninety molding

Bought a drop, put it in the shop

But everything I got on that bitch stolen

Had a grill but couldn't afford the wheels

Had paint but it wasn't candy

So kick in doors to try and get that dough

Whole family know so they couldn't stand me

Run and tell your mama, "Come get your son"

Mama like, "Damn, what the hell he done?"

Brother had bricks but didn't give me shit

So when he went to the pen, I ain't send him shit

Mama at work so I ran the house

Ray on lock so now I'm the boss

Turn that face up like the Mary Jane

I was slanging 'caine, got us all kicked out

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up

[Outro: The Game]

From Compton, all the way to Chi-Town

Back on down to Houston, Texas baby

Trae The Truth, Z-Ro, Slim Thugga

Paul Wall, Common, Kanye West, and The Game

Jesus Piece

Either you got one, you want one

Or you bout to rob a nigga for one

So what it's gon' be nigga? Hahahahahah