Z-Ro - Rollin lyrics

rate me

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 Mr.Marsello

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(S.U.C.)

(baby)(S.U.C.)