Xzibit, WC, DJ Crazy Toones, MC Ren, Young Maylay - Roll On Em lyrics

Just throw your set high on the air
Swear it's gettin' mighty funky out there
There's some bitches over here
There's some niggas over there
Can I get a ride on cuz
Yeah hahahaha, this is dedicated
To all you, suckers
Suckers

I take flight like fist fights
You see bright lights
Throwin' lefts and rights
I keep my jaw locked tight swingin'
Bullets seein' pass your head
Though your windows
And plastic falls, it’s a wrap casket closed
I laugh at those who chose to get bold
When they loose a couple of souls
They crumbled and fall
Done watch the hunt down hurt
Hang and hate the hater
Watch how we rise, ball and fake be later
Top dollar, anybody who got a problem with us
Could easly be found in crush
Our lush fillin' of rush
Feel the adrenaline pumpin'
Me and Dub and the Escalade dumping
Crazy Toones productions, crank the ass
Limo tint down
Let us track some tramps my nigga
When I walk I'm leaving
Holes in the concrete
Xzibit dropped that heat from
Thirty thousand feet

Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what, if you a Crip or a Blood
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Let me see them fingers up
Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs
Through that nigga cutting it up
Toones is fucking it up

Let me explain it
How I let the three wheel swangin'
Drop it side to side
Lock it up and then bang it
That's right, West Coast, LA originated
Prepared to take flight
Now I'm the pilot desingated
Maylay cocked fist sitting, switch hittin'
Hundred spoke twisting
Five twenty stip grippin'
See the bottom of the transmission
Sixtey six inchin'
Showin' off how to quote
It in chrome suspension
Get my crown home, my bounce on
Cut the sounds on and stompin' like Bow Wow
They already known I got
The hottest rider going
Flatbed in the back
Just in case I gotta tore them
Cause I sure give it up
Let me catch them with that wheels stuck
Jumping out soundin' like Dub
Yeah nigga what
Two licks on the switch, and they got up
With the ass in locked up
That mothafucker hot hop

Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what, if you a Crip or a Blood
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Let me see them fingers up
Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs
Through that nigga cutting it up
Toones is fucking it up

Who is it, the black nigga with the big dick
Toss it up with Crazy
Toones taking your trick
But that bitch better swallow
I don't give a damn if she
Has fake ass rap model
Nigga get the fuck out here
"while below me down"
If she sucked my balls
If she want me to stink
I don't give a fuck I'm
Filled with curse words
Fuck all your radio geeks and nerds
And fuck themy black ass still gon' eat
Airplay they can't stop the Villain
Slangin' mixtapes like my fuckin'
Ass dope dealing
Take a flight with Dub and X
Let me foot print like
The mothafuckin' T-Rex
Who got next, we run the court
And pregnant your bitch while you
Pay the child support
Then I'm out, get the next tape
The Villainous make your punk
Ass can't wait
Ah

Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what, if you a Crip or a Blood
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Let me see them fingers up
Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs
Through that nigga cutting it up
Toones is fucking it up

Knick knackin' police rollin' in
The Patty wagon
Push it through the alley askin' where
Dub and Toones at and
Where them niggas livin'?
And how them niggas steal stack?
Is it really true them niggas
Grew up on that house
Niggas sit and chat
Talk behind the loc's back
But when we come through
Like what's happenin' they don't
Want no action
Little faggots, ya'll don't want it
Cause we're pistol packin'
And you know the Childhood brothers
Won't get to gatin'
Click clackin', pass the cushion and zig-zag
Dip that let that mothafucker get back
Rip that 9 millimeter, clip gat
Bust a you where these niggas at?
Let's push that wig back nigga
Toones and Dub-C back to slaughter and shit
Switch tapes, mixtapes, yeah
We started this shit
Finally me some real niggas
Y'all can feel niggas
To all my ground converse
And Chevy Grill Lexus

Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what, if you a Crip or a Blood
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Let me see them fingers up
Nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
Pull the trigger, give it up
Lift the Chevy grill up
Nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs
Through that nigga cutting it up
Toones is fucking it up

Yeah, I wanna piss on all y'all
Nigga's graves before I kill you
Cause I'm tired of niggas
Claimin' the West Coast
And ain't playin' no mothafuckin'
The West Coast arts
No doubt about it, that's some bullshit