MAC DRE, ZION I - Roll On Out lyrics

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WHOA~! We'll roll youuuu!

We'll roll you, we'll roll youuuu!

Pull up slappin in me Chrysler LeBaron

Twisted off that happy, Bobby Darrin

The Hutches had me, jockin, starin

Is it the Nikes I'm rockin or the ice I'm wearin?

I won't pout over it, I ain't sharin

I'm a home run hitter, Mr. Mack Hank Aaron

The Mack ain't carin, i'm cut throatish

No dough boy, you get a eviction notice

I'm clean like a greedy genius, stay fiendish

All up to par, star in the zenith

I'm leanin, dippin, blazin my sippin

Tapers or vapors mayne, we ain't trippin

So focused cousin, suds keep me buzzin

Ridin and sidin, you thought that I wasn't?

Stuntin, young blood push the button

We slumpin and bumpin, cutty it ain't nuttin!

Me and Mac Dre - ridin and leanin!

Hittin on 4's - runnin dippin steamin!

Comin yo' way - ridin on chrome!

Rollin down the block - bringin heat to yo' dome!

We'll roll you - right on out

We'll punk you - right on out

We'll roll you - right on out

We'll punk you - right on out

I'm leaned way back when I stack my bread

Might scare yo' momma with them nappy-ass dreads

I'm in my zone, my mind is gone

I feel so good, couldn't be no wrong

I feel savage, let me smash the beat up

Twist up the cabbage, kack my feet up

I'm V'd up, cause I need the dough

And I stay with a slumper, that's all I know

We gon' roll you

Right on out!

That's right bitch, right on out, slide on out

Hurt's out, I gets further

And when I'm on the beat, bitch, call it murder

I kill the track, make a swift feel The Mack

And make a punk rock, show me where the skrilla at

Copper quit spillin that, it's almost 2

With no mo' liquor nigga what we gon' do?

I know y'all feelin that Bay Area mayne

R.I.P. Mac Dre

Zion I the face mayne

Amp Live on the beat ya feel me?

See Holiday, the Bay still alive mayne

Let's go~!

Thanks to kencam for these lyrics