Z-Ro - Rollin lyrics

Comin' up as yungsta
Watchin' the OG's in the hood while
They flossin' in they rides
Candy paint, chrome wheels
And black magic on the attire
Me, yeah I was lovin' it
But not old enough drive
Parkin' lot pimpin' 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 rollin' the same thang
Never had alot of work
But I was doin' what I could
Movin' nickles, dimes, twenty's
And ounces all threw my hood
Since I had a one yolla fines cash me up
Mean while thumpin' for a ride
My homies pass me up it's all gravy
When I'm able I'm a showin' all somthin'
From a hopte to a foreign
I'm ballin' it's all or nothin'
Treat my feet with' designer to fine
Sneak's when I leave my home
Only place you catch me walkin'
Is to my mail box's
Cause on the streets I be on crome

I'll keep rollin' chrome
I'll keep rollin' chrome
Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on
I'll keep rolin chrome

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 somthin' to go
From point A to B and
No more offerin' gas money to get a lift
Besides when your driven it's easyer
To get a chick
So ani't no more parkin' lot pimpin' at
The club I'm up in there
Seekin' 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
Nothin' 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 boppin'
I just could'nt shake'm off
Sixteen switches, tewnty-two inches
Trunk goin' to war
They don't want to lay here with me
They want to lay in my car
I was lovin' 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 rollin' chrome
I'll keep rollin' chrome
Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on
I'll keep rolin chrome

Finally I'm in the mix
Ridin' twenty-four's or twenty-six
My neck and my wrist lite
With' out me sellin' a brick
Tv's in the roof and the dashboard
And I'm watchin' a flick
Rollin' with my pistol in my
Lap and I'm cockin' if
I spy somthin' suspicious in my rear
View mirror when I'm creepin'
If you plan on jackin' me I
Plan on leavin' you sleepin'
I be in different vehicle
Cause I'm havin' thangs
King of the ghetto enertainment
Got me havin' change
You can smell it on me, even tho quite
The way I live it be tellin' on me
Don't get twisted I'm still a felon homie
Thinkin' you goin' to rob me that's a N O
And when I'm in N O I roll
With god and as always MrMarsello
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 tryin' to call me
And I don't answer my phone
I can't hear it cause my music
To loud I'm bangin' on chrome

I'll keep rollin' chrome (rollin chrome)
I'll keep rollin' chrome (rollin chrome)
Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on (holdin on)
I'll keep rolin chrome (Yaah)
I'll keep rollin' chrome (yes I am)
I'll keep rollin' chrome (I'm rollin chrome)
Wood grain is what I'm holdin' on
(is what I'm holdin on)
I'll keep rolin chrome (SUC, baby, SUC)