[Intro: Jelly Roll]

Yeah!

[Bridge: Jelly Roll & Xzibit]

See I was dippin' through the city with a big ol' (Pistol)

Checkin' out these niggas in the Range (Rental)

I been smokin', drinkin' and I'm kind of tipsy (Yeah!)

Lookin' through my rearview, they followin' me (Huh)

I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me? (Huh)

I seen them niggas creepin' two cars behind me (Hmm)

You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my (Piece)

You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the (Police)

[Verse 1: Xzibit]

I'm a beast, still got 'em creased

Still got my Converse stompin' down the concrete

(Yeahhhh!) Black and blue Bugatti

This is Strong Arm robbery, you can't deny me

My garage a mirage, a collage of chrome

I look alive with the nine when I leave my home

Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome

This is grown man business, recognize the tone

If I don't recognise the number, won't answer my phone

Rockin' every area code, still stay in my zone

I don't play no fuckin' games now, bitch, I'm grown

Now, crack your fuckin' neck to the shit I'm on

Yeah!

[Chorus: Xzibit]

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop (Rollin')

Get your weight up, 'cause X can't stop (Rollin')

Niggas thought it was over, but X came back (Rollin')

I got my own sack (Yeah) to roll so I'm (Rollin')

[Verse 2: Xzibit]

Yeah, my release, bang through the streets

We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat

Niggas hatin', gravitatin' to the lies that they tell

My reality takin' over where that fiction fail

What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin' (Tsssshh)

Sweet taste, aromatic, backwood (Rollin')

Got the Range Rover supercharged, complete with the strut kit

My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what the fuck bitch?

Boomerang my change (Yeah!), I rearrange some thangs

My slang, click-bang and expose they brains

Then I pray, our father who art in heaven

Got people jumpin' out the buildin' like 9/11

Malcolm X to the Z landin' on them like Plymouth Rock

(Yeah!) You get knocked out, get socked in your fuckin' mouth

Now e'rybody know the business, you want it, come get it (C'mon)

But if you (Rollin') throw it up, let me know that you with it

[Chorus: Xzibit]

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop (Rollin')

Get your weight up, 'cause X can't stop (Rollin')

Niggas thought it was over, but X came back (Rollin')

I got my own sack to roll so I'm (Rollin')

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop (Rollin')

Get your weight up, 'cause X can't stop (Rollin')

Niggas thought it was over, but X came back (Rollin')

I got my own sack to roll so I'm (Rollin')

[Verse 3: Xzibit]

Yeah, I repeat, my name over beats

I binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat

Escalation, elevation to another plateau

Sometimes it take a few steps back to mentally grow

Here we go, what you know, campaign in motion

Straight West coast and West worldwide (Rollin')

Got that Aston Martin DB9 equipped with a stash box

In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot

Strip down my frame, repave my lane

Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane

Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang

Make it taste like shit when you sayin' my name

It's the Golden State heavyweight, holdin' the belt

'Cause I'm a one man army, I don't need no help

This is a (Pistol), I use to protect myself

Careful, these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health, my nig'

[Chorus: Xzibit]

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop (Rollin')

Get your weight up, 'cause X can't stop (Rollin')

Niggas thought it was over, but X came back (Rollin')

I got my own sack to roll so I'm (Rollin')

Six-four, chromed out, ragtop (Rollin')

Get your weight up, 'cause X can't stop (Rollin')

Niggas thought it was over, but X came back (Rollin')

I got my own sack to roll so I'm (Rollin')

[Bridge: Jelly Roll & Xzibit]

See I was dippin' through the city with a big ol' (Pistol)

Checkin' out these niggas in the Range (Rental)

I been smokin', drinkin' and I'm kind of tipsy (Yeah!)

Lookin' through my rearview, they followin' me (Huh)

I wonder why the fuck are they followin' me? (Huh)

I seen them niggas creepin' two cars behind me (Hmm)

You'll never catch me slippin', just me and my (Piece)

You must be smokin' if you think I'ma call the (Police, police, police...)