Goldie Lookin Chain - Rollin lyrics

I can't drive, so I sit in the back
Knocking on the tinted windows for
The girlies to come back
They can see me making shapes to the beats
Hear my stereo
Come and sit in my Recaro seats
I'm sliding from side to side
Like Elton John on honeymoon
With his male bride
I've arrived, stepping into the club
It's called the? you know it's
More like a pub
Well it is, hanging out with the boys
There's a sign on the door saying
"Don't make too much noise
When you leave", but we've gone before that
We drive around town and get
Some weed from the flat
Get a call, it's around ten thirty
I think I know a girl who
Wants to make my bed dirty
It just gets better as the night goes on
Five pounds' worth of petrol and
I'm stacking my bong

I'm rollin, from side to side
Like Derek Acorah with a message
From a spirit guide
Rollin, like Pimp My Ride
But, I'm in my Dad's car
And there's six of us inside

I tried to pull a girl for
A bit of how's your father
But, it's hard to when you're driving a Lada
I won't get far so I'm
Gonna use my mate's car
Tonight's the night I'm roll with him, spa
We drive around, end up in the sticks
Play it nice and safe so we have a fat mix
Then it's rollin, to the next party scene
Arrive late, cos first I had to get?leave?
There's a girl who I want to
Get to sit on my lap
Gear stick in the front but look
At mine in the back
Drive slow so I seem like kerb crawling
Not cos I want to but the car keeps stalling
Then it's on to the next intersection
Deep lubrication, ribbed contraception
I'm in a car with turbo injection
Roll with me in the right direction

I'm rollin, from side to side
Like Derek Acorah with a message
From a spirit guide
Rollin, like Pimp My Ride
But, I'm in my Dad's car
And there's six of us inside
Rollin', rollin', my Dad reported it stolen
Rollin', rollin', my Dad reported it stolen
Rollin', rollin', my Dad reported it stolen
Rollin', rollin', my Dad reported it stolen
Mike Balls
Cruising, with my boys in the back
Keep your eyes peeled cos we're
On the hunt for crack
Not the type that you smoke
But the type that you shag
No son, that's a bloke dressed in drag
I'm driving all day and I'm driving all night
There's girls to the left and
There's girls to the right
Collar up, shades on, gold on display
Stop at the traffic lights, puffing on a J
Up the lanes, or even on the highway
Hold on, handbrake turn
We're gonna go sideways
Seat back, window down, bass to the max
Look over here girl, I've had a wash and wax
There's a beauty so I pulled up in the lay-by
Sorry 'bout this boys it's time
To say " bye bye" jump in the car love
And go through the gears
You'll have to drive, cos I've had six beers

I'm rollin, from side to side
Like Derek Acorah with a message
From a spirit guide
Rollin, like Pimp My Ride
But, I'm in my Dad's car
And there's six of us inside

? rollin, strictly fifth gear
Honkin' the horn, sweet music to my ear
?Mirror sticking rear? slip it
In the back door
Fiddling with the bell-top?
Down to the floor
I'm rollin, in and out of town
The king of boy racers, just pass me my crown
Bow down, and cater for my whims
Touch up the bodywork and polish my rims

I'm rollin, from side to side
Like Derek Acorah with a message
From a spirit guide
Rollin, like Pimp My Ride
But, I'm in my Dad's car
And there's six of us inside
Rollin', rollin', my Dad reported it stolen
Rollin', rollin', my Dad reported it stolen